And that’s the funny thing about this place. I fucking hate it with every fiber of my being, but I want to stay. I can’t stay, obviously. It was very nice getting to know the people I did. I will miss everyone so much.
I just had to kill a lot of people….
Before I walk out that door, I have a fiancee to say goodbye to. I have a briefcase with me, the rest of my bags in the car taking me away. She doesn’t look happy. I’m not either. I wrap my arms around her waist and our lips meet. There’s feelings that I’ll never, ever understand going on. That’s what makes this so confusing. I love her so much. Nothing needs to be said. I give her one last look, before I walk away. I feel emotions coming out of me that aren’t preferred.
And so I walk away..
That was the 'something' I was hoping for, definitely. This was going to kill me, though; I would only want more. Returning the kiss, I wrap a hand around the back of his neck, fingers sliding up through his hair for what would probably be the last time. I tug. Just a little. "I'm not saying goodbye." - holyschizophrenia
“I’m not saying goodbye, either. I’m saying don’t forget the name Patrick Bateman.” To move away, my hand goes to her neck, my thumb resting on her collarbone and I pull away. That was… nice.
“Loses followers because I’m being nice to people. Well, fuck you, too.”
Such bull... Riiiiight. Well. See ya, Patty-cake. ReallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyREALLYgonnamissyou. - snarkystark
“I’ll miss you, too.”
"It was nice talking with you, Patrick. Hopefully we'll see each other again someday. See you around." - bloodbondedkillers
“You as well. I’ll see you later. Hope you have a good one.”
It has been very nice to know you, and I am hoping you will make an appearance soon. :-) - tatemiranda
“Expect me to.” :)
"You're always going to be that bad. I look forward to that day, then. If it happens. God, I have so much to say. You're great and crazy - you drive /me/ crazy - great... ass and everything else, too. I don't know, just hug me or something." - holyschizophrenia
“I’m glad you have so much hope for me.” I smirk at her. “Or something?” Is that hopefulness? I don’t know. I press my hand against her stomach, just under her chest until she can’t back away any farther because of the wall behind her. I kiss her. That’s what I’m going to leave her with. If I have to be “crazy” she has to be “crazy”.
“Goodbye. You might hear from me in the future, who knows? You’re one of my favorites around this place.”