Foreman hated his life. He hated what he had become. He hated everything about his new life. He hated his boss for making his this way. He hated himself for not stopping the abuse earlier. He hated how he couldn’t get a job because of his ways. He hated himself.

Cameron had come to a realization. She hated what she was, what she had become. She hated how she never changed. How her life had never been perfect. How she bore the scars from but lacked the courage. She wanted so much to change. She changed houses, jobs, boyfriends, she changed everything but it still wasn’t enough to take the pain away.

Chase. He knew that he was the third wheel. He knew he was the awkward British one. He knew he would never get up to the top. He knew that he was different. And while he could be happy, be smart he could never tear himself away from his other half, the half that tore him down, ripped him to pieces.