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October 22 - November 3, 2025
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Save Yourself – My Darkest Days
“Everything that happens to you is a big deal. Say the word, and I’ll take care of him.”
“You’re so much more than a nobody, Elena.”
“With a napkin and a flick of my wrist I can make you the exception to all of those rules.”
“Who did this to you?”
“If you don’t tell me the truth right now, I will find out myself by burning this fucking city to the ground.”
“I want names, Elena.” “Frank Valenti. He owns the place. And then his friends…Vic, Mike, Oliver, Simon, and Mario.” “I’m going to kill them,” he growls, ready to set the world on fire with his rage.
“They need to know what happens when they touch what’s mine, Elena. They’re going to convert religions, because they won’t be praying to God, they’ll be praying to me. Begging for my fucking mercy after I hunt them all down and show them the true meaning of fear.”
“If your safety is even slightly in jeopardy, it’s an emergency to me. Next time, press the goddamn button.”
“And now I’ve got a whole section of my brain dedicated solely to you, and I think about more than just the next day. I see next week. I see next month. I see next year. I see you in every possible version of my future.”
“I’ve never been in a relationship. I can’t promise it will always be easy, but I can promise that I’ll always try to be the best version of myself for you.”
I need to love her so violently that it breaks her, and then fill in all those cracks with gold until the only thing holding her together is me.
“I think if two people are meant to be together, then they will be. I don’t know if that makes them soulmates though. I feel like a soulmate implies some sort of…divine intervention. I think the best love stories come from the people who say that love came out of nowhere for them, not from the people who were looking for love in the first place.” I squeeze his hand in mine. “Do you believe in soulmates?” The corner of his mouth tilts into a smile. “Not until I found you.”
“You listen to me, you fuckhead. If you ever touch her again, I will kill you. Do you fucking hear me? I will make you regret your entire miserable existence and then I will kill you. Slowly. Don’t even fucking breathe in her goddamn direction or I will rip your heart out of your chest with my bare hands.”
“Elena, you listen to me. Don’t you ever refer to yourself as ‘some woman’ again. You are the only woman I have eyes for. You are the only woman I’ve ever considered sharing my life with. I knew from the second I met you that I wanted to make you mine forever. You are everything to me.”
“You shouldn’t be shocked. You’re extraordinary, Elena. I know you don’t see it, but I adore everything about you, even the parts of yourself that you’re insecure about. I know precisely how much creamer you put in your coffee because your nose does this crinkling thing as you pour it until it’s enough. I know you tend to forget your lip balm because you’ve got a dozen tubes of it all over our office. You lightly chew at your bottom lip when you’re concentrating and when you bowl you always double tap your foot before you roll.”
Five letters that spell my name.
“You said you hated me.”
“That’s why I call you angel. Because you saved my life.”
“You’re the Silencer.”
I cry into the steering wheel so hard that I get sick and have to open the door of the car to vomit on the side of the street.
Shaking my head at how pathetic I am, I roll up the left sleeve of my hoodie and hold my arm over the sink. Flipping open the knife, I take a deep breath and run the sharp edge along my wrist, slowly, forcing myself to feel every millimeter of the cut.
If she won’t love me, maybe she’ll love him. And the only thing I can do to prove my love now, is find Frank Valenti, and bring Elena his head.
There’s a saying that every seven years, your body will be new. The same, but all your cells will be replaced. In seven years, I’ll have a body that Frank and Neil would have never touched.
“Your parents died on September 6, 1989, and we met thirty years later, on September 6, 2019. That’s why you said you started believing in soulmates when you met me.”
I imagine at some point in our lives, like when we’re old and gray and your bones ache, you would have been too tired to do it yourself, so I taught myself so that I could do it for you.”
Safe isn’t a place. It’s the people that love you.
“New rule. You’re not allowed to call me Mr. Reeves until I can call you Mrs. Reeves.”
“I can’t live without you, Elena. My heart will never belong to anyone else. I’m not religious and I don’t believe in an afterlife, but if there’s even a slight chance that I get to spend an eternity with you, I want to do it properly. For whatever amount of time we have to spend together, I want to be yours. Fully. In your heart and on paper.”
“When I told you that you made me believe in soulmates, I didn’t just mean in this lifetime, or even in this universe. My heart has always belonged to you, even if I didn’t know it at first. I would love you even if I had no heart to give you, because you are the sole reason for my existence. My soul would love you if we lived on different continents and spoke different languages. My soul would be tethered to you across oceans and mountains and harrowing canyons as black as my heart. My soul would be yours if I pulled the trigger the night we met, because not even death could keep us apart.
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The man who would burn the world for me without so much as a second thought if I asked him to.
I’m a bit embarrassed to admit that decorating this damn tree made the list of my favorite memories this year.
“I’d offer you my heart and my soul, but you’ve had both of those from the moment we met. What more of myself do I have left to give that you don’t already possess?” I sigh wistfully. “I have my last name, if you think it's worthy enough to follow the five letters you’ve carved into my heart.” I take a deep breath. “Elena Louise Young, my angel, my love, my life, will you marry me?”
I don’t know what Mr. Reeves’ first name is, but I am tired of calling him Mr. Reeves. I want to call him daddy instead, and I want to call Elena mommy.
“I have the best daddy in the whole wide world.” I almost fucking bought Disney World for her after that.
This desk is solid mahogany and cost me fifteen grand. Do I care? Not in the slightest. Caroline can do, quite literally, anything she wants. I think I might be more whipped for my daughter than I am for my wife.
Though, if mommy says no, Caroline knows that daddy will always say yes.
“Letting go can sometimes be more merciful than holding on.”
“Are you okay, Ellie?” “I don’t know how to feel okay anymore,” I whimper. “It’s okay to not be okay, Elena.” “It’s easier to pretend I am, though.”
“I think that’s the harsh reality of being a woman,” my mother continues, “we’re always so focused on everyone else, that we forget we need to take care of ourselves, too.”
