“I wish he was still alive so I could kill him. Slowly,” he muttered. Trey had said almost the same thing. Despite the heaviness, the grief, and the horrible memories crowding my mind, I had to fight the urge to smile. Gods, maybe I’d truly lost it. I was broken. The harder I tried to keep a straight face, the more the corner of my lips turned up. His eyes focused on my mouth, surprise washing away a little bit of the darkness in his eyes.
Plz let them be endgame? 🫣🥹😭💔❤️🔥
