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I don’t fucking enjoy anything, and I haven’t for a long time. When was the last time I did something for fun? Not since the sickness inside of me took root and ruined my entire life.
We’re a fucking family, and families share.
🥵
“Please stay away.” I sob brokenly. “I don’t… want to live.” Eli stops mere inches away from me, but he doesn’t move any closer. His hand hovers in the air, encouraging me to close that final gap. I reach out automatically. I can’t help myself, our fingers entwine. His palm is warm and dry. Steady. Reassuring. Alive. “Neither do I.”
This had me sobbing for so long
I fucking hate him and everything he represents. But goddammit, if I don’t want to crawl inside his body and die there just so we will never be parted.
“Nothing like a near-death experience to sharpen your perspective. Maybe we should all try killing ourselves once in a while, give us all a new lease of life.”
I want to scream and rave until the world makes sense and I don’t have to drug myself just to feel in control again.
I’m crammed into the middle of my bed with a well-muscled brother on either side,
A dream 🥵
I’m the sick boy she fell in love with. She’s the sick girl I’m obsessed with. Perhaps, we’re each other’s antidotes.
“I was a fucking child,” I seethe, voice low and dangerous. “I didn’t need to be stronger; I needed to be safe.”
😞
I’ve actually decided to live, for the first time in my life, and the world has said no. Not this time.
I wonder if I will die in here. I wonder if... after everything, it'll be a relief.
“There has to be more to life than this. Else what would be the point in living? I don’t want to if this is it.”
I cling on tighter, somehow hoping she will slip beneath my skin like a phantom and stay there, where I can keep her safe.
I’m her protector. Phoenix, her reason to smile. Kade is her certainty. And Eli… her equal in the dark.
I think we’re broken, Sev.” “Princess… we were never whole.”
“I’m enough. I always was.”
My guys are gone, just like their girl is.
It feels wrong to mourn the dead. Why should we? It’s the living who suffer, the ones left behind to wade through the fallout.
“Hell yeah. I should’ve been a personal shopper instead of a junkie.”
“Listen to me, Brooklyn West. You are the most infuriating woman I’ve ever met. You’re fucking crazy, you drink far too much, swear worse than Nix’s batshit Nana, and resort to violence far too quickly.”
“You’re fucked up, unstable, and sometimes, you scare the hell out of me. That’s the truth nobody wants to tell you.”
“Whatever it takes, we will save you now, and every time in the future,” I finish, my own voice faltering. “If you need to be Patient Eight, we will still love you, because you’re one and the same. Good and bad. That’s the girl I love.”
“If you don’t mind a girlfriend with enough baggage to sink a ship and four other boyfriends, then nope. I can deal.”
All we have left in this world is each other, and that alone is worth enduring all this pain and heartache for.
“You gave me a family and showed me what it felt like to belong. Now, you want to bail!”
“There’s no way out of this, blackbird. The Devil wouldn’t dare challenge my claim on your soul. Hell will spit you out and back into my arms, where you fucking belong.”
😭😭😭😭
In the darkest of times, light finds its way back in.
There’s something very weird going on with his mouth. I think it’s an attempted smile. I had no idea he could do that.
