‘you dont know me’ she says as she repeatedly bang her fists against the hard chest that belonged to the man that had seen her like this before.
'you dont understand’ she excuses with her eyes closed shut and her breathing hitching every time she feels a new tear forming on her cheek.
'you dont care’ she accused while his hands gently gripped her wrists to cease her attack on his torso. his eyes were soft as he stared down at her.
'you dont love me’ she sobbed before digging her face into the chest she had just abused. her hands were trembling and her tears stained the fabric, but neither cared. he wrapped her arms around her small body, bringing her closer so he can lay a gentle kiss at the top of her head.
he shakes his head before placing a finger under her chin to force her eyes to look upon his, 'i hate that you think so low of me because if you really think that, then you really dont know me either’.
— Jennie B. // Can you truly ever know someone without knowing yourself?