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He gives me a sad smile while his head cants to the side. “Indie girl … I’m gonna kiss you. And it’s not gonna change anything, but it’s gonna mean everything. Okay?”
“Indie girl …” he whispers in my ear before kissing my neck next to his thumb. “You’re my fresh air …”
“You’re the sun … so fucking bright, blindingly beautiful.”
“I’m certainly an asshole, but I care about you so much that the passing of time feels like torture.”
“Indie girl … I’m kinda dying here. I need to move.”
“You were made for me, Indie girl.”
“If you ever lay a goddamn hand on her again, I will end you,” Milo says, his fingers white from gripping Fletcher’s neck with such force.
I miss my Indie girl something fierce.
“Do you still love me, Milo?” I grunt a laugh. “Yes, Indiana. That won’t ever change.”
Milo: That’s my title, not yours. “Asshole who loves you.” Good night, my beautiful Indie girl <3
Milo buries his face into my hair next to my ear and whispers, “My. Whole. World.”
“Be free. I know this hurts, baby. It hurts so much. Be everything you were meant to be.”
“All of it. The water she’s drinking, the food she’s eating, the air she’s breathing. Just … everything.”
