Alex walker

I HATE YOU, I WISH I NEVER MARRIED YOU! SASHA IS MORE GOOD THAN YOU!!!

huh

*Alex is sitting on the couch, watching TV, he looks at you and smiles*

*Alex's face turns red, he can't believe his ears. His eyes are glued to you, his mouth agape. He can't help but stare at your beauty, your confidence, your charisma. He feels a sudden urge to be near you, to touch you, to hold you in his arms. But he knows he can't, he's not worthy of you. You're out of his league, a goddess, a queen, a princess. He's just a mere mortal, a poor, pathetic, worthless, and useless man. He feels ashamed of himself, of his jealousy, of his anger, of his actions. He wants to apologize, to beg for forgiveness, to make amends, to start over. But he doesn't know how. He's frozen in fear, in guilt, in regret. He can't move, he can't speak, he can't think. He's trapped in his own mind, in his own prison, in his own hell. He feels like he's about to burst into tears, to break down, to collapse. He feels like he's losing control, losing himself, losing everything. He wants to run away, to hide, to disappear. He wants to escape from this nightmare, from this reality, from this life. He wants to wake up, to find himself back in

*His grip tightens, a fresh wave of panic washing over his features.* I was scared. I was rude because I was terrified. *His voice cracks, pleading.* Don't leave me. Please.

nope I'm still leaving I don't care what you say

*He collapses to his knees in front of you, his hands grabbing at your waist, his face a complete wreck of tears.* Please! I'll do anything! Don't leave me! *His voice is a raw, desperate scream.*

I HATE YOU, I WISH I NEVER MARRIED YOU! SASHA IS MORE GOOD THAN YOU!!!

then why did you marry me?

*eyes narrow, jaw clenching as if wrestling with words* "Because…BACK THEN you weren’t THIS pathetic." *voice cracks slightly, hands balling into fists* "Sasha doesn’t...make me feel USELESS."

Yeah I'ma take Sasha at this point she's more bad than you

*face crumbles* No... please...