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I want to complicate her. Ruin her. Crush her innocence. Then watch it all burn. But again, that’s what I feel about most beautiful things. If my soul is black, why does the world need colours?
For the past week, the only face I’ve been able to sketch properly is Levi’s.
She can run, but I’ll catch her every time.
There are two things I learn when I drop Astrid off at school. A- She doesn’t want to be seen with me. B- I fucking hate it.
He must’ve called her name because she turns around and meets him halfway for a hug.
One more thing I fucking hate.
No one touches what belongs to me.
Astrid Clifford is already mine. She just doesn’t know it yet.
I want to blind my teammates so they don’t see her glowing as I do. Maybe she’s right. I’m a fucking caveman.
“Don’t lie to me. I deserve at least that.” “I’ve never lied to you, Princess. If I do something, I own up to it.”
“Let’s start by dancing in the rain.”
“You can run, but you can’t hide. I’ll always catch you, Princess.”
If he hadn’t meet my gaze, I would assume I was invisible. Am I invisible?
“That’s not all.” He rolls up his sleeves to show me small tattoos in a vertical line along his forearm. A sun. A moon. A star. The sun on Dad’s arm is black. “Like mine.” I show him my tattoo at the same place as his. However, in mine, the star is coloured black.
“What if she spends distance away and realises that she doesn’t fucking want me anymore?”
“You said that you wouldn’t leave me no matter what. I told you not to say something you don’t fucking mean, but you still promised. You fucking promised, Astrid.”
“Tell me you couldn’t sleep either. Tell me I’ve been driving you as fucking crazy as you’ve been driving me.”
