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“My father would like to make a toast, and frankly, I miss you too much to share you with the Wicked Witch of the West.”
“Not that it’s a competition, but I missed Briar the most.”
“If this is how you want to play, I shall abide by your fucked-up rules.”
I scooped her up, carried her to the car, and tucked her into her seat beneath my jacket, strapping the seat belt over her.
“It’s okay, Cuddlebug. I just said that to piss them off. You do you.”
And me, please. Three times a day.
She laced our fingers together, resting them on the center console. I resisted the urge to close my eyes and drown in that feeling of both of us, connected.
All of Sebastian’s progress—done. Erased. Gone in mere seconds. Just because someone had said something he didn’t fucking like.
“Oliver.” I fisted the iron bars and shook them. “Why did you do it? Why did you disappear on me?”
demanding to be seen,
“He lost it there, Cuddlebug.”
“I’m at the end of my wits, Briar.” Oliver stuck his fingers inside his hair, tugging hard. “I can’t do this anymore. He doesn’t want to get better.”
Oliver snorted. “You are incomparably charming.”
What I loved most about Oliver—what I’d always loved the most—was his willingness to sacrifice his own happiness for the people he loved.
“I know I’m still drunk off my ass, and this is probably taking the sting out of this impending love declaration, but fuck, I love you.”
“I love you so damn much, Briar. Sometimes, it’s hard to fucking breathe when you’re gone.”
I soaked in his words—his love—knowing they didn’t change our situation. We would have to part ways.
“The only thing holding me together today, when I wrestled Seb into the elevator, was the knowledge that I’d see you at the end of the day.
You make existing in the shadow of his tragedy bearable. With you, I think I can survive this.”
Im crying rn its so sweetttt
But I didn’t want Oliver to survive. I want...
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Oliver scooted off the bed and proceeded to fall flat on his ass before righting himself, hobbling into the walk-in closet.
He returned with a velvet ring box the color of Lake Geneva.
“I wanted to get you the biggest, most extravagant, most obnoxious diamond ring in the history of rings. I could, too.”
He met me at the edge of the bed, dropping to one knee as he popped open the box.
“But I know that isn’t what you want. That you’d hate walking around with a diamond,...
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I bit my tongue to stop myself from informing him that ethically sourced ...
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“So, instead, I scoured every fucking lab in the world for the biggest, most extravagant, most obnoxious lab-grown diam...
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“I still get a little sick thinking about giving you a fake diamond. It’s like walking around in knockoff Jorda...
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“I’m completely botching this for-real marriage proposal, aren’t I?” Oliver smacked his own head, oblivious to my inner turmoil.
“Wait here.” He stood up, swayed, and grabbed my shoulders for balance. “Just…wait.”
Then, he lumbered back to the bed, where he’d left me, clad in a full-blown three-piece suit.
“Cuddlebug,”
His wholesome laughter settled inside my belly.
“I love you. I am crazy about you. I am never letting you go again. Marry me. For real.
I can make you happy. I know I can, because I’m willing to dedicate my entire li...
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“Give me another chance. I won...
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Tell him that we need to end this before the fake wedding spirals out of control and explodes in our faces.
He’d drowned himself in alcohol, for goodness’ sake.
“I am sob—”
“How was wedding dress hunting today?”
“How much do you like this dress?”
“Would you be very mad if I tore it to shreds?”
“I’m obsessed with every fiber of your body,
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. But I wanted to, knowing this would be the last time I felt this.
I dug my nails into his back. Letting go of this man would be the death of me.
“Don’t break my heart, Briar,”
“So pretty.”
“So fucking perfect. You look so beautiful with your lips wrapped around my cock, baby.”
I could live inside you.
Scream my name around my cock.
