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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.” He choked out a sob and turned to look at me. “You d-did?” I nodded. “I promised God I would do all the good things in the world if he brought you back.” I beamed at him. “And he listened.”
“But your hugs feel like sunshine.” “Like sunshine?” I frowned in confusion. “How?” “Because you are sunshine, silly,”
“I mean it,” he urged, turning to look at me now. “I can’t lose another person I love.” “You love me?” He nodded sadly as another tear trickled down his cheek. “I love you most of all.” I beamed up at him. “Even more than Hugh?” He scrunched his nose up in disgust. “I don’t love Hugh.” “Even more than Patrick?” “I don’t love Feely, either.” “You don’t?” “Just you.”
don’t see anyone.” His lips tipped up in the smallest of smiles before he added, “Except for you.”
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.
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. More than she could ever know. More than one lousy four-letter word could ever depict.
“An ugly clit?” “A fugly slut, Gerard,” I corrected with a smile. “But full marks for attempting a Mean Girls reference.”
Beautiful. She was so fucking beautiful that it made my chest ache. Honest to God, looking at this girl for too long caused a physical ache to develop in my rib cage. Even the back of her head. That was all I could see from my current viewpoint, and still, my heart bucked wildly in response.
I asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible when we entered the lunch hall. Baa. Baa. Baa. Dammit, why couldn’t I stop thinking about sheep noises?
So me
“Me?” His eyes widened in outrage. “You’re the one in the relationship when you’re already in a relationship.” “I am not in a relationship, Gerard.” “Yes, you are,” he roared back at me. “With me!” “We are not together, Gerard.” “Yes, we are!” “I’m not yours.” “Well, I’m yours,” he came right back with. “I’m yours, Claire.” His words sucked the air out of the room, and I staggered back, feeling like he had physically struck me. The hypocrisy was suffocating.
“You missed the clown.” “No, she didn’t,” Tadhg chimed in from his perch on the island. “She brought him with her.” “She brought him with her,” Gerard mimicked with a glare. “Less of the lip.”
tadhg is so funny
