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Moments before the pain in my lungs exploded and everything went dark, I saw it. A halo of light. An orb of pure sunshine. Her. I saw her. And that’s when I knew. That’s when I knew…
“You’re my favorite person in the whole wide world, and I would swap everyone for you. Even Hugh.”
“When they said someone had been saved from the water. I prayed for it to be you.”
walked. “I think they wanted your dad to save Bethany.”
“I didn’t,” I admitted honestly. “I wanted to keep you most of all.”
“What about me?” he whispered as a lone tear trickled down his cheek. “Who’ll keep me safe?” “I will, silly,” I replied, releasing his hand so that I could give him a hug. “I’ll keep you safe, Gerard.”
“I don’t see anyone.” His lips tipped up in the smallest of smiles before he added, “Except for you.”
Her senses became my senses, and I found a way to anchor myself in the moment.
Claire Biggs had a lot of things. My back. My attention. My heart. My soul. Yeah, she had all of me and that wasn’t an exaggeration.
The girl with her arms around me. My girl.
“They worry about each other.” If I could sew this girl to my skin without causing her an ounce of harm, then I would do it in a heartbeat. That’s how vital she was to my life. How essential she was to my existence. If drugs were to Joey Lynch what Claire Biggs was to me, then there was no amount of rehab that could sway me to kick the habit. Because she was the habit of my lifetime.
From as far back as I could remember, my mind had always been very clear about three things. One: Hugh was my brother. Two: Bethany was my sister. Three: Claire was mine.
If I knew nothing else in this world, then I knew that I loved Claire Biggs.
chest. “It’s all about priorities, babe.” “And I’m yours?” I teased. “Always,” he confirmed
Gibsie belonged to the rest of the world. Gerard belonged just to me.
The sky was blue outside. The birds were out. The sun was shining. It was another blissful morning. And I wanted to scream.
I stuck in there with her, taking on her mood swings and erratic behavior because I loved her like a sister,
Because this boy had always been my favorite boy. My favorite friend, person, human, everything.
“What did you smoke in that tent with him?” my brother accused,
I knew from the very beginning that what Johnny had with Shannon was permanent. I’d never seen a fella plagued more by his feelings than Johnny. He loved the bones of that girl and, yeah, it took him his usual amount of time to predict, ponder, panic, and finally process his feelings, but he had. Once his mind was set, it was a done deal. Shannon Lynch was his endgame, and Johnny Kavanagh was hers.
peppering kisses to her face. When he tucked her hair behind her ear to kiss her temple and then trailed his thumb over the little dimple in her chin before pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose, I audibly crooned. “Aww!” I loved temple kisses. Forehead kisses, too. And nuzzling noses were the cream of the crop. Those intimate forms of affection were my favorite, and my bestie received an abundance of both on the daily from her lover.
I didn’t hurt Caoimhe Young. I didn’t do that. I wasn’t the one to blame, and somehow I’d managed to become the sole target of her sister’s anger and grief.
Her words were poison, and if she knew my truth and used it against me, I would stop working. I knew I would. She would use my pain as a bullet and shoot right at my heart. She would find a way to blame me. They all would. That’s why she didn’t know. That’s why none of them knew. That’s what I had to remember to forget.
“First, because I happen to believe that no time is ever wasted when I’m with you.”
“And second, you’re my favorite person in the whole world. There’s no one I would rather spend my time with.”
And that was how I spent the rest of the evening, on Gerard Gibson’s shoulders, painting his world just a little bit brighter.