I was carved from rage and built by heartache with a chip on my shoulder the size of Russia and an ocean of fears under a thinly veiled surface. Ready to explode at any given moment. Chloe’s lips tasted like a way out. Like fate. Like nothing—not my failures, my past, no amount of stacking regrets—would matter if I could just keep kissing her. So, I kept kissing her.
Omfg this is everthing to me
