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“But the beauty of being human is realizing we’re wrong and fixing our mistakes.”
It was funny honestly, how that handful of words tore open my heart and left it bleeding in pieces on the floor.
“What’s your favorite war?” “Um.” “Correct. None of them. Because war is bad. Obviously.” Bubba bounced around some more. “Even if the blood is kinda cool.
IM DEAD LMAO
“It felt like…falling knowing there was somewhere soft to land.”
This is such a cute way to describe falling for someone.
I’d collect his affection like an empty bucket waiting for rain.
*cries*
Pretty as sin. Eye candy with a smile that could end the world.
Things were different now. I’d broken the pattern of abuse. I’d taught Bubba to be different. Strong in all the ways that mattered. Kind in the ways that mattered more. There was more strength in kindness than there was in violence.
love a man that recognizes his wrongs and works to do better
The floor swam upward, the tricky bastard.
Lmao
“You can pick Robin up when your beau isn’t feeling quite so sick.” Robin? Was Bubba’s real name, Robin?
LORE DROP
“Miles,” he repeated, still shaking, though less so now. Thank god. “I d-don’t like Rooster.” “Oh.” I squeezed him tight in reward for his honesty. For talking to me. “Thank you for telling me.”
Crying
I needed to get them out of here. Right fucking now.
SO MUCH IS HAPPENING MY LORD
Sometimes things changed for the better.
“I’ll only disappoint you.”
Oh babe.
His demons. All of them. So I could help fight them when they came to visit.
Shut. Up.
I blinked—shaking away the fantasy.
DECEASED OMG
He was the kind of person that made a house a home.
“Too many clothes.” “You’re a genius,” I hummed and he snorted.
Lmao
You’re everything.”
“I want you to delete them because…” Ben started, quieter than normal. He dropped his hands and his nostrils flared, his jaw tense. “Because-I-wrote-them,” he blurted quickly.
The way i GASPED OUT LOUD
Let our souls touch.
freaking knew it! Triles is real!”
IM DEAD
And maybe now you’re around I don’t have to protect him anymore.
CRYING
“You sure he’s not back?” “Yeah.” If he was back, the first thing he would’ve done was flung the door open, picked me up off my feet, and smooched me against the nearest surface. “Is he not answering his phone?” “No.” Paxton sighed.
Oh fuck
Oh god, that memory would forever be tainted by the fact that Paxton had found us. The shit-eating grin on his face would haunt my nightmares. I’d opened the door after he’d pounded on it. He’d looked downright evil when he’d declared—like the asshole he was—“time’s up, horn dogs” in the exact same tone and cadence I’d used on him when I’d found him with Baxter making out at the farm back when they’d first started dating. The bitch could hold a grudge, that was for sure.
PLS
Relationships took two people. Two people sacrificing. Two people putting in the time. Two people holding each other up. Two people letting themselves be vulnerable.
Love was vulnerability.
someone the way I do with you. You make me feel safe. You make me—” I stuttered out a sob. “You make me feel whole. Like I’m not broken at all.” Hot tears spilled down my cheeks as
“Are you done?” a little familiar voice asked. Trent groaned, and I laughed, pulling back—cheeks hot for more reasons than one. Bubba was staring at us, his baseball bat in hand, his cow hat pulled down over his too-large ears.
PLS
I caught the money exchanged, and the whispers of “I told you so” between brothers, and Trent’s resulting flush before the pile of cash ultimately ended up in my son’s pockets.
DECEASED
Love was patience. Love was imperfection. Love felt like…falling knowing there was somewhere soft to land.
