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If angry was a sound, it was the thunder of his boots on the floor.
Curiosity was a real motherfucker.
Collisions on crossroads. West and I were nothing but collisions on crossroads.
That was how it had always been between us. We belonged to each other. Even when we didn’t.
It was too much and exactly right, all at the same time.
He might not have lived in Texas, but he’d been there with me all the same. He lived in my heart.
Time was always strange when it came to West and me. It existed. And it didn’t.
“I wish.” There was no trailing end to her sentence this time. There were no words she’d left unsaid. I wish. “I wish too, baby.”
It was the strangest mix of hope and joy and despair and sadness I’d ever felt in my life.
Something broke in my chest. Not my heart. My hope.
