August sighs
August: Mi amor, I'm always going to love you...but I don't think you feel the same way. Not anymore. Lust isn't love, sweetheart. It never will be...
"Get- get out.
August: Fine.
He walks out and immediately breaks down
217: "U-Uh.."
August: F-fuck off...
217 pouted and crossed his arms
August: Sorry...
"You're mean.."
August: I'm sorry! I-I just...
He breaks down again, sobbing hysterically
"..."
