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Most of the time, people are too uncomfortable with negativity and pain for honest answers.
there’s a danger in forceful optimism and not recognizing reality.
Hades masquerading as Hercules,
Favourite Line. Gettong it tattooed
The defeated manner of his tone pricks my chest,
Insert sad eye emoji
“Believe it or not, I don’t derive pleasure from you getting hurt.”
He doesn’t pick his eyes up to meet mine, and my gaze slides down his slumped shoulders and drawn-in figure, like he’s disappointed that was my reaction to seeing him.
Me too. I already oce him and you need to too
He, frankly, is home.
“I think at this point, you should aim a little lower, sweetheart. No use in getting your hopes up again or wasting time over something that will never happen.” What—and I cannot stress this enough—the actual fuck.
I will kill mommy dearest
Kris Ten D. liked this
he’s irritated my brain ventured in that direction.
He shakes his head, smiling into his cup. “I have no doubt you could win whatever you want with me, Peaches.”
“Contrary to popular belief, I didn’t give him that.” “I know. I did,”
YEAH HE DID
None of this gets easier. I just have to get tougher. Hell, I am so tired of having to be tougher.
because, tut, tut. It looks like rain.
Why is she dumb
saying “his girl” deserved something official.
“Let yourself fall, Peaches. It’s okay. I’ll catch you,” he says with an unfamiliar softness.
“But the eye contact thing is entirely your fault. Nobody else looks at me as intensely as you do.” “I look at you how you should be looked at.” He shrugs.
“Because I’ve been in love with you since we were five, and you’re finally giving me a chance to get close to you.”
“Maybe I accepted a long time ago I was always going to be miserably in love when it came to you and learned to mask the crack.”
I am crying. I love him
How long have I been surviving without living? And how long has my heart just been left to pump blood?
“Dying, Peaches. Show me you’re dying too.”
“You’re always running, and I’m tired of chasing you.”
“I expect you to be very mature about this information in the future,” he whispers. “But Evie, I shut a door in your face the other day because I was hard, and I panicked.”
“Briefly stolen smiles, finger grazing, typical boy next door pining
“What would you want to do?” He shakes his head. “Nothing you’d be okay with.” “Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure.”
“Are you sure? That’s a dangerous thing to grant me.”
Bashfully, he meets my stare. “The backstory was real, Evie. I’m in love with you. I always have been,”
“Because I’ve wanted you since before I knew what wanting someone felt like, and finally having you and knowing it wasn’t real? That’s worse than not having you at all.
you love me too—
then we can go home.”
My heart has found its home. I just never imagined home would be a person.
