My grandpa's roommate is an idiot and set off all the gunpowder and ammunition, the house literally almost burned down.
And guess who didn't even call when I told him that I was standing outside, hearing explosions and seeing flames.
But guess who did actually check on me for no reason other than to make sure I'm okay.
Satan, of course he saw my distressed Facebook posts and asked me if I was okay.
He and Southern Boy calmed me down....
Princess (who weirdly I have never mentioned) invited me to stay for a few days if I needed to.
All Leo could say is "I'm sorry :((("
And asked me if I'm drinking water since I breathed in so much smoke.
But you'd think that someone he cares so much about he would try to make me feel better since my fucking house almost burned down.
But he's watching Doctor Who with his parents.
These last few weeks I'm increasingly aware that we aren't right for each other at all.
I could go on for hours about all his issues and how frustrated I am at the lack of effort that he puts into this.
The fact that after all these years Satan is still the one who asks me if I'm okay and talks to me until I am.
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