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I was just attacked. I could have been raped. I’m caked in blood from my busted lip, and I can already feel a bruise welting on my jaw. And Oliver Lynch rescued me. The man unable to even touch another human being just fought off my attacker without a second thought. “You saved my life.” My words are a hoarse whisper, my voice ragged from the screams. We sit across from each other on my bedroom floor, staring at one another through the cover of darkness, listening as the sirens grow closer. Oliver responds so softly, I almost don’t hear him. “I always save you.”
Oh. I toss the melting cubes of ice into the trash can and slip my hands into the pockets of my blue jeans. Gabe ordered me new clothes all the way from the Amazon, and they fit remarkably well. And they arrived much quicker than one would anticipate for such lengthy travel.
The amazon..lmao im cackling
Pain pays the income of each precious thing,’”
“You don’t ever forget. That ache never goes away. You just…adjust. You adjust to the void and rebuild your life around that missing piece, hoping something will come along one day and distract you just enough, that your pain abates…even if it’s only for a little while.”
I don’t even realize I’ve zoned out when Tabitha’s hand clasps mine on the tabletop, her soft gaze pulling me back to the present. “Who do you love, Oliver?” “Pardon?” Tabitha gives my hand a gentle squeeze before releasing me. “That look in your eyes—I recognize it. I stared into eyes like that every single day for weeks.”
Not me tearing up lol
Tabitha’s encouraging smile shines back at me. “Be courageous. Be confident. Be bold,” she says, her voice brimming with sincerity as she reaches for my hand once more. “Be red.”
there is beauty to be found everywhere. Even in the things that scare us.”
Strength. I used to think strength was rooted in the fight. Prevailing. Surviving the things determined to tear us down. But true strength isn’t necessarily overcoming the fight—it is how we fight. It is not within the sword itself, but in how we wield it.
