[ WP ] [ CW ] Make me fall in love with a character in 200 words or less .

You were scrappy and angry, all mid-20s sarcasm and bitterness. You read misogynistic of-an-era authors: Bukowski, Hemingway, Kerouac. You drank too much and thought too little of yourself. 
 
 You welcomed the short shrift with a shrug of your shoulders - it was never clear if you felt you did n't deserve better, or you did n't want to make a fuss. But when you cared, you cared deeply. Once, while making dinner in your dingy, mildewed apartment, you told me that you liked chopping onions because you could cry without anyone judging you. 
 
 Neither of us understood, then, that you were the only judge that mattered.
