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Some nights, when he’s walking past her door, he has to whisper to himself: “Keep going.”
She’s not like he imagined. He won’t admit to picturing how she’d be while he was growing up, but there was always something in the back of his head, a faint hope that maybe, one day. She’s not like he imagined. She’s more, in every possible way.
Her presence soothes him more than a full-moon run.
“Of all the good things I’ve felt in my fucking life, you are the best.”
“It’s me, isn’t it?” I attempt a wobbly smile. It’s okay. I know it. I feel it, too. “I’m your mate. That’s why . . .”
He didn’t think he could love her more, but she is a constant surprise.
“You’re not a problem, Misery. You’re a privilege.”
