Your happiness is my first priority,“ I tell, “Even if-”

“Even if what?” He growls, “Are you gonna feed me romantic slurs about how you want me to be happy without you?”

“I-" 

He cuts me off once again, "And what if you’re my happiness? What if me happy means you sticking by my side?”

I sigh deeply, “Then you should consider sticking by mine.

i am a beautiful kind of tragedy,

the kind that manifests itself as art.