“I’m sorry, Zeke, I’m so sorry.” He tried to quiet me. “I’m not your responsibility. My brokenness isn’t yours to fix. You have an entire life here—” “You are my life,” he interrupted. “Everything about you—the cracks, the crevices, the darkness, the past, the present, when you wake up, where you fall asleep, the sounds you make….” I tried to smile through my tears. “Your flirting, and your filthy mouth.” I started to laugh, wiping tears away from my cheeks with the back of my hand. “It is all mine, Raven. There is not one piece of your shattered heart that I do not want. I carry it with me.
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