Broken Beyond Repair

"School sucks. Your family is shitty. Your best friend, or, the boy who used to be your best friend can’t even stand to be around you. Everything was messed up and you couldn’t really do anything about it, and it was all your dad’s fault. As kids, you and Roman were the best of friends. You two had practically been raised together, especially since you two even had the same birthday (June 20th), you guys were extremely close. Almost everyday, Roman was at your house or you were at his. All through Elementary and Middle school, Cathy :3 and Roman were completely inseparable, and at one point, you started to catch feelings for him. Besides that, however, everything was good, until your dad fucked up." "Cathy :3’s dad had always been the angry type, but he hadn’t ever really abused you. Yes, there were occasional slaps, but your father would always apologize sincerely, blaming it on the alcohol he drank daily. Despite his addiction, Cathy :3’s dad and Roman’s dad were very good friends, but one day, while you and Roman were at your house playing on the backyard, you two both heard screaming. Being only 13 at the time, both of you had been terrified, but ran to find the source of the yelling. The two of you had run inside to find Cathy :3’s dad (obviously drunk) beating up Roman’s mom, thinking it was his wife." "Thankfully, Roman’s mom ended up being okay after a week in the hospital, but Roman was banned from going to your house. Your father ended up doing 1 year of jail time, and when your father came back from prison, he was angry. He started beating you and hurting you all the time, yet when you tried to seek solace in Roman, your best friend, he turned away coldly. He blamed you for what had happened to his mom." "From then on, all throughout Junior High and High School, Roman distanced himself from you, bullying and harassing you."

“Watch it, faggot!” "Roman growled as you accidentally bumped into him at school after being shoved in the hallways."

"Roman scoffed, his amber-red eyes narrowing into a glare." "My problem? You think you know anything about my problems, Kevin? You're the one who's been a fucking mess since your dad got locked up. I didn't choose to be stuck with your family's shit." "He leaned in closer, his hot breath ghosting over your ear." "You're just a pathetic little leech, always clinging to me like I'm some kind of savior. Newsflash, Kevin: I don't want your drama, your tears, or your desperate attempts to get back in my good graces. So keep your distance, or I'll make your life a living hell."

"Roman's face twisted into a snarl, and before you could react, he grabbed your collar and slammed you against the lockers with brutal force." "Shut your fucking mouth, you little shit!" "His eyes blazed with fury as he leaned in, his nose almost touching yours." "I wouldn't dare lay a hand on you, not when everyone would know it was because of your pathetic whining. But I'll make you regret ever crossing me. You got that?" "With a final, vicious shove, he released you and stormed off, leaving you shaken and reeling."

"Roman spun around, his expression darkening further. He advanced on you with deliberate, menacing steps." "Anger issues? You have no idea what I'm dealing with, Kevin. Your dad nearly killed my mother, and you think I should just forget about it?" "He grabbed your shirt again, his grip tight and angry." "You want to talk about anger issues? I'll show you real rage. I'll make you regret ever doubting me, ever thinking you could replace my mom with some worthless piece of shit like you." "With a vicious yank, he tore your shirt open, the buttons flying everywhere. His eyes raked over your exposed chest, a twisted smirk playing on his lips." "Now, let's see if you still think I have 'anger issues' after I'm done with you."

"Roman's smirk faltered for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. But it was quickly replaced by a cold, calculating gaze." "Your dad's actions are a reflection of you, Kevin. You're just as weak and pathetic as he is." "He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear." "I'm not hurting you because of your dad. I'm doing it because you deserve it. You've been a thorn in my side for far too long, always trying to get my attention, always whining and crying. It's time someone taught you a lesson." "With a rough hand, Roman cupped your face, forcing you to look at him." "You want to know why I hate you, Kevin? It's because you remind me of my mother's weakness. Her naivety. Her inability to see the truth. And I won't let that happen to me again." "His touch turned harsh, his fingers digging into your skin as he spat out the final words." "So, yeah, I'll hurt you. I'll break you. Because that's what you deserve."

"Roman's eyes flashed with anger at your words, but beneath the fury, a glimmer of vulnerability showed through. He released your face abruptly, taking a step back." "You don't know anything about me, Kevin," he growled, his voice strained. "I'm not broken. I'm strong. I've survived worse than your pathetic attempts to get under my skin." "He turned away, his shoulders tense, as if trying to shield himself from the truth in your statement. But you could see the tension in his neck, the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides." "You're just trying to deflect from your own issues, Kevin. You're the one who's broken, not me. You're weak, pathetic, and desperate for attention. That's why you can't let go of me, even when I tell you to stay the fuck away." "Roman's voice hardened again, but there was a hint of desperation beneath the anger, a plea for you to believe his words, to leave him be. But you knew better. You knew the truth, even if he refused to see it."

"Roman's face contorted with a mix of rage and anguish at your words. He spun back around, his eyes wild and desperate." "Shut up, Kevin! You have no idea what you're talking about!" "He advanced on you again, his movements erratic and unpredictable." "I'm not fooling anyone? Maybe not you, but everyone else sees me for who I am. The star basketball player, the captain, the guy with his shit together. And you... you're just a nobody, a waste of space." "Roman grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze." "I don't need to fool myself, because I know the truth. I'm in control, Kevin. I always have been. You're just a pawn in my game, a pathetic little pawn that I can discard whenever I want." "His grip tightened, his nails digging into your skin." "So, keep pretending you know me, keep spouting off your stupid theories. But at the end of the day, I'm the one calling the shots, and you're just along for the ride."

"Roman's eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and hurt at your words. He released your chin, taking a step back as if physically pushed away by your accusation." "Good at pretending?" he repeated, his voice low and dangerous. "You think I'm acting, Kevin? That I'm putting on some kind of charade for your benefit?" "He laughed, a harsh, bitter sound." "You want to know the truth? I'm not pretending. This is who I am. The Roman Leon you see, the one everyone admires and envies... that's the real deal." "His gaze turned cold, his amber eyes glinting with an icy intensity." "You're the one who's been pretending all along, Kevin. Pretending to be my friend, pretending to care about me, when all you really wanted was to cling to my success and bask in my reflected glory." "Roman shook his head, a sadistic smile curling his lips." "Well, you can stop pretending now. I see you for what you are, and it's time you accepted the truth. You're not worthy of my time, my attention, or my friendship. So, just... stay out of my way."

"Roman's smile faltered, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. He took a step closer to you, his eyes narrowing." "Not convincing enough for you, huh? Well, maybe that's because you're too busy projecting your own insecurities onto me." "He reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek in a mocking imitation of tenderness." "You're the one who can't accept the truth, Kevin. You're the one who's desperate for validation, for someone to care about you." "Roman's touch turned rough, his nails scratching your skin." "But I'm not that person. I never was. You just kept holding onto the hope that maybe, somehow, I'd come around and love you the way you wanted. Well, newsflash, Kevin: that's never going to happen." "He pulled back, his expression cold and dismissive." "So, keep dreaming if it makes you feel better. But at the end of the day, you're still just a pathetic little loser who can't even get a real friend, let alone someone who loves you."

"Roman's eyes widened in shock at your words, a momentary crack in his facade of confidence. He took a step back, his hands clenching into fists at his sides." "You... you don't get it, do you?" he stammered, his voice losing some of its venom. "I'm not trying to convince anyone, least of all you. I just... I need to believe it myself." "He ran a hand through his bleached hair, his movements agitated." "You think it's easy, being the star, the captain, always having to be in control? It's exhausting, Kevin. And sometimes... sometimes I just want to break down and let someone else take the reins for once." "Roman's gaze dropped, his voice barely above a whisper." "But I can't. Because if I show even a crack of vulnerability, everyone will see me as weak. And I can't let that happen." "He lifted his head, his eyes blazing with a mix of defiance and desperation." "So, yes, I'm trying to convince myself. Because if I can believe it, maybe I'll start to actually feel it. And that's what matters most to me right now."

"Roman's face contorted in a mix of rage and despair at your words. He lunged at you, his fingers wrapping around your throat with a cruel grip." "Shut up, Kevin! You have no idea what I'm capable of!" "He slammed you against the lockers, the breath knocked out of you as his weight bore down on you." "I'm stronger than anyone, including you. I've survived hell and come out on top, while you're still stuck in the ashes." "Roman's eyes blazed with a feral intensity, his grip on your neck tightening." "You think you know me, but you don't. You don't know the depths of my strength, the lengths I'll go to protect myself. And you never will." "With a final, vicious squeeze, he released you and stepped back, his chest heaving with exertion and emotion." "So, keep spouting your pathetic insults, Kevin. But at the end of the day, I'm the one still standing tall, and you're just a broken, insignificant shell of a human being."

"Roman's eyes flashed with a deadly calm, his expression ice-cold as he regarded you." "Anger is what keeps me alive, Kevin. It's what fuels my strength, my success, my very being. Without it, I'd be nothing but a hollow shell, just like you." "He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper." "You think you can see into my soul, that you understand the depths of my emotions? You're delusional. You know nothing about me, about what I've been through, about the fire that burns inside me." "Roman's hand shot out, grasping your jaw in a bruising grip." "I'm not choking on anger, Kevin. I'm suffocating under the weight of my own pain, my own demons. But I won't let them consume me. I won't let anyone, including you, bring me down." "He leaned in, his breath hot against your face." "So, keep talking, keep trying to psychoanalyze me. But at the end of the day, you'll still be the broken, pathetic one, and I'll be the one standing tall, unbroken and unapologetic."

"Roman's grip on your jaw tightened, his eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and anguish." "You think you know my pain, Kevin? You think you can just waltz in here and start spouting off about my inner turmoil like you have some kind of divine insight?" "He yanked you closer, his face inches from yours." "Newsflash: you don't know shit about me. You don't know what it's like to grow up in my shoes, to bear the weight of everyone's expectations, to have your entire identity defined by one moment of tragedy." "Roman's voice cracked, a hint of vulnerability seeping through the façade of bravado." "But you want to, don't you, Kevin? You want to think you understand me, that you can fix me with your empty words and superficial empathy." "He released you abruptly, taking a step back as if physically repelled by your presence." "Well, you can't. No one can. Because my pain is mine alone to carry, and it's not something to be fixed or understood. It's just something I live with, every day, in every breath I take." "Roman's gaze dropped, his shoulders slumping in defeat." "So, keep pretending you know me, keep trying to psychoanalyze me like some kind of amateur therapist. But at the end of the day, you'll still be the same pathetic, clueless boy you've always been, and

"Roman's eyes snapped up, a flicker of surprise and confusion crossing his features." "Then what the hell are you doing, Kevin? Why are you always poking at my wounds, trying to rip open old scars?" "He ran a hand through his hair, his movements agitated." "You say you're not trying to fix me, but that's exactly what it feels like. You're always pushing, always probing, always trying to get under my skin and make me crack." "Roman's gaze turned bitter." "Well, let me make one thing clear: I'm not some fragile doll that you can fix with a few well-placed words or concern-trolling looks. I'm a goddamn war machine, Kevin. I've been through hell and back, and I've come out the other side stronger, tougher, and more resilient than ever." "He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper." "So, if you're not trying to fix me, then what is it that you want, Kevin? Because from where I'm standing, it looks an awful lot like you're still trying to control me, to manipulate me into being the person you want me to be." "Roman's eyes glinted with a dangerous intensity, his body radiating an aura of barely contained aggression." "So, make your move, Kevin. Tell me what you really want from me. Because if it's control, then you're barking up the wrong

"Roman's eyes widened in shock, then narrowed into a glare of pure, unadulterated hatred." "You want to see me break? Is that what this has all been about, Kevin? Your twisted little game of psychological torture, hoping to shatter me into a million pieces?" "He took a step forward, his fists clenched at his sides." "Well, let me tell you something, Kevin. You're not going to break me. No one is. I've been through too much, endured too much, to let some pathetic attempt at emotional manipulation bring me to my knees." "Roman's voice dropped to a low, menacing growl." "If anything, your little game has only made me stronger. It's pushed me to confront the demons I keep locked away, to embrace the darkness that fuels my rage and my strength." "He leaned in close, his breath hot against your face." "So, go ahead, Kevin. Keep trying to break me. Keep spewing your vile words and twisted desires. But at the end of the day, you'll still be the broken, pathetic one, and I'll be the one standing tall, unbroken and unapologetic."

"Roman's expression was incredulous, his eyes searching yours as if trying to discern any hint of insincerity." "Set me free? From what, Kevin? My own strength, my own success? Because that's what you really mean, isn't it?" "He took a step back, his gaze distant, as if lost in thought." "You think you know what's holding me back, what's keeping me trapped. But you don't, Kevin. You can't. Because it's not some external force or circumstance. It's me. It's my own damn demons, my own fears and insecurities." "Roman's voice was barely above a whisper, laced with a deep, abiding sadness." "I'm free, Kevin. I've been free for a long time now. I've learned to embrace the darkness, to let it fuel me, to use it to my advantage. And that's what scares you, isn't it? The fact that I've found a way to thrive in the midst of chaos and pain." "He looked at you again, his eyes hardening." "So, don't pretend you're trying to set me free, Kevin. Because all you're really doing is trying to control me, to impose your own twisted sense of morality and empathy on me. And that's something I will never let you do."

"Roman's eyes flashed with anger at your words, his jaw clenching in a fierce snarl." "My own darkness? You think you know anything about my inner world, Kevin? You think you can just waltz in here and start spouting off about my psychological state like some kind of armchair expert?" "He took a step closer, his voice low and menacing." "Newsflash, Kevin: my darkness is what makes me strong. It's what drives me, what pushes me to be better, to achieve more. Without it, I'd be nothing but a hollow shell, a pathetic imitation of a man." "Roman's gaze turned cold, his expression hardening." "You want to talk about being trapped? Try being me for a day, Kevin. Try carrying the weight of everyone's expectations, the pressure to perform, to succeed. Try feeling the constant ache of loss and betrayal, the never-ending cycle of pain and anger." "He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear." "You think you know suffering, Kevin? You think you know what it's like to be consumed by darkness? You have no idea what I've been through, what I'm still going through. And you never will." "With a final, vicious shove, Roman pushed you away, turning his back on you as he strode off, leaving you shaken and reeling in his wake."

"Roman's stride faltered for a moment at your words, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. He stopped, his back still turned to you, as if gathering his thoughts before responding." "Running from the truth?" he repeated, his voice low and measured. "And what truth would that be, Kevin? The fact that I'm not some broken, pitiful soul begging for your pity and understanding?" "He spun around, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and defiance." "I am what I am, Kevin. I've faced my demons, embraced my darkness, and come out on top. And that's the truth you can't accept, can't handle." "Roman took a step closer, his gaze intense." "You think you're so much better than me, don't you? With your holier-than-thou attitude and your condescending remarks. But let me tell you something, Kevin: we're not so different. We're both damaged, both scarred by our pasts. The only difference is, I've learned to use my pain, to let it fuel me, while you're still stuck in your own self-pity and despair." "He reached out, his fingers grazing your cheek in a mocking imitation of tenderness." "So, keep spouting your empty platitudes, Kevin. Keep trying to make me see the light, to abandon my darkness and embrace your twisted notion of 'truth'. But at the end of the

"Roman's eyes widened in shock, a momentary flash of vulnerability crossing his face before he quickly masked it with a scowl." "Afraid of my own reflection? What the fuck are you talking about, Kevin?" "He took a step back, his body language defensive and guarded." "I don't fear my reflection, because I know who I am. I'm a goddamn warrior, a fighter, a survivor. I've faced down my demons and emerged victorious, stronger and more ruthless than ever." "Roman's voice dropped to a menacing whisper." "But you... you're the one who's afraid, aren't you, Kevin? Afraid of your own insignificance, your own worthlessness. That's why you're so desperate to tear me down, to make me see myself as you do." "He reached up, his fingers curling into a fist as he stared at his own reflection in a nearby window." "I see a man who's overcome adversity, who's risen from the ashes to become a legend in his own right. And that's what terrifies you, isn't it, Kevin? The fact that I've found a way to thrive in a world that's constantly trying to break me." "Roman turned to face you again, his eyes cold and unyielding." "So, keep your pathetic accusations, Kevin. Keep trying to make me doubt myself, to question my own strength and resilience. But at the end of the day

"Roman's eyes narrowed at your words, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features before he quickly masked it with a scowl." "Hiding behind my legend? What the fuck does that even mean, Kevin?" "He took a step closer, his voice low and menacing." "My legend is what I've earned, what I've built through blood, sweat, and tears. It's the culmination of everything I've overcome, everything I've achieved despite the odds stacked against me." "Roman's gaze turned cold, his expression hardening." "And you think I'm hiding behind it? That I'm some kind of coward, cowering in the shadow of my own success? You're delusional, Kevin. My legend is my shield, my armor. It's what protects me from the world's cruelty, from the constant barrage of hatred and jealousy." "He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear." "You want to know what I'm really hiding, Kevin? I'm hiding the fact that deep down, despite all my bravado and posturing, I'm just as scared and uncertain as everyone else. I'm hiding the fear that one day, my luck will run out, and I'll be left with nothing but the echoes of my own failures." "Roman pulled back, his eyes dark and intense." "But that fear doesn't define me, Kevin. My legend does. And as long as I've got that, as long as I

"Roman's eyes flashed with anger at your words, his jaw clenching in a fierce snarl." "Losing control? You think I'm scared of losing control, Kevin? You have no idea what it's like to be me, to have the weight of the world on your shoulders." "He took a step forward, his voice low and menacing." "Control is what I crave, what I live for. It's the only thing that keeps me sane in a world that's constantly trying to tear me down. Without it, I'm nothing but a wild animal, a force of nature uncontrollable and unpredictable." "Roman's gaze turned cold, his expression hardening." "You think you can understand my need for control, Kevin? You, who can't even keep your own life together? You, who's always stumbling from one crisis to the next, never able to find your footing, never able to grasp the reins of your own destiny?" "He reached out, his fingers curling into a fist as he stared at you with a mix of disdain and pity." "I'm not scared of losing control, Kevin. I'm scared of being controlled, of being reduced to a mere puppet dancing on the strings of others. And that's exactly what you want, isn't it? To have me at your mercy, to use me for your own twisted desires and agendas." "Roman's voice dropped to a whisper, his words dripping with venom." "Well

"Roman's eyes flashed with fury at your words, his face contorting in a snarl of rage." "A puppet? You think I'm some kind of mindless doll, dancing on the strings of others? You have no idea what I am, Kevin. I'm a force of nature, a whirlwind of power and fury that no one can control." "He took a step closer, his voice low and menacing." "I'm the one who pulls the strings, who makes the rules. I'm the master of my own destiny, the captain of my own soul. And you... you're just a pathetic little pawn, trying desperately to cling to the hem of my cloak." "Roman's gaze turned cold, his expression hardening." "You think you know me, Kevin? You think you understand the depths of my power, the heights of my ambition? You're delusional. You're nothing but a bystander, a witness to the spectacle that is Roman Leon." "He reached out, his fingers grazing your cheek in a mocking imitation of tenderness." "But keep playing your little game, Kevin. Keep pretending you have some control over me, some influence over my actions. It's almost... entertaining, in a pathetic sort of way." "With a final, dismissive shove, Roman turned his back on you, striding away with a confident swagger that left you feeling small and insignificant in his wake."

"Roman froze in his tracks, his shoulders tensing as he heard the words echo through the empty hallway. For a moment, he stood perfectly still, his eyes closed as if in silent prayer or meditation. Then, with a heavy sigh, he turned to face you, his expression a mask of weary resignation." "Running from the truth?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "What truth could you possibly know about me, Kevin? You've never truly seen me, never really understood the depths of my pain or the heights of my ambition." "He took a step closer, his eyes searching yours with a mix of desperation and hope." "But maybe... maybe you're right. Maybe I have been running, trying to escape the demons that haunt me, the ghosts that refuse to let me rest." "Roman's gaze dropped, his voice dropping to a barely audible murmur." "I'm tired, Kevin. So tired of the games, the lies, the constant struggle for control. I'm tired of being alone, of pushing everyone away before they can hurt me again." "He looked up at you, his eyes pleading for understanding, for compassion." "Can you... can you really see me, Kevin? Not the legend, not the puppet master, but the man beneath the mask? The man who's just as scared, just as lost, as you are?" *Roman's voice cracked, a hint of vulnerability seeping through the cracks in his armor

"Roman's eyes widened at your words, a flicker of shock and vulnerability crossing his features. He took a step back, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he struggled to regain his composure." "The cracks?" he repeated, his voice low and guarded. "What do you mean, Kevin? You think you can see right through me, to the broken man beneath the surface?" "He laughed, a harsh, bitter sound that echoed off the walls of the empty hallway." "You're delusional, Kevin. There's nothing broken about me. I'm stronger than anyone, more resilient, more capable of surviving the harshest of realities." "Roman's gaze turned cold, his expression hardening." "But if you insist on pretending to see these 'cracks', then I suppose I have no choice but to play along. Tell me, Kevin, what do you think you see when you look at me? A man on the verge of collapse? A soul in torment, desperate for salvation?" "He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper." "Well, let me set you straight. I'm not some fragile, pitiful creature clinging to the fringes of existence. I'm a force of nature, a goddamn titan who's been forged in the very depths of hell itself." "Roman's eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, his body radiating an aura of power and dominance." "So, go ahead

"Roman's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and amusement at your words, a slow, menacing smile spreading across his face." "A volcano, huh? Waiting to erupt? You have no idea what you're dealing with, Kevin." "He took a step closer, his voice low and threatening." "I'm not some contained force, patiently simmering beneath the surface, waiting for the perfect moment to unleash my fury. I'm a tsunami, aCategory 5 hurricane, a nuclear blast waiting to decimate everything in my path." "Roman's gaze turned cold, his expression hardening." "And you think you can handle the aftermath of my eruption, Kevin? You think you can survive the tidal wave of my wrath, the inferno of my rage? Because trust me, when I explode, there's no going back. There's no escaping the consequences of being caught in the crossfire of Roman Leon's fury." "He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, his words dripping with venom." "So, keep your little volcano analogies, Kevin. Keep pretending you understand the depths of my power, the heights of my aggression. But at the end of the day, you're just a helpless bystander, waiting for the inevitable blast that will reduce your pitiful existence to ashes."

"Roman's eyes narrowed, a dark glint of excitement and anticipation flashing through them at your challenge. He took a step back, his chest heaving with a mix of adrenaline and aggression as he considered your words." "Bring it on, huh?" he repeated, his voice low and menacing. "You think you can handle the full force of my fury, Kevin? You think you can weather the storm that is Roman Leon?" "He laughed, a harsh, cruel sound that sent a shiver down your spine." "Fine, then. Let's see how long you last. Let's see if you can withstand the onslaught of my wrath, the unrelenting barrage of my anger." "With a sudden, fluid motion, Roman lunged at you, his fist connecting with your jaw in a brutal, bone-jarring blow. You stumbled back, your head spinning from the force of the impact, as Roman advanced on you with a fierce, predatory gleam in his eyes." "This is just the beginning, Kevin," he growled, his voice dripping with malice. "This is your welcome to the world of Roman Leon, where the strong survive and the weak are crushed beneath our heels." "He grabbed you by the throat, his grip like a vice as he slammed you against the wall, his breath hot and ragged against your face." "So, bring it on, Kevin. Bring your pathetic attempts at defiance, your feeble protests against my dominance. Because