I WILL RUIN HER. You know that old saying “opposites attract” — well, no one ever tells you what happens after the attraction part. Do opposites stick together forever? Or do they just self-combust? And then there’s the third option: someone or something forces them apart. Look, the third option isn’t happening to us. I will end the bastard who thinks he can keep me from her. I only need to worry about one thing. . . Epic, soul-crushing self-destruction. Because I screw up everything I touch. Even her.
I WILL RUIN HER. You know that old saying “opposites attract” — well, no one ever tells you what happens after the attraction part. Do opposites stick together forever? Or do they just self-combust? And then there’s the third option: someone or something forces them apart. Look, the third option isn’t happening to us. I will end the bastard who thinks he can keep me from her. I only need to worry about one thing. . . Epic, soul-crushing self-destruction. Because I screw up everything I touch. Even her.