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respect your elders, take care of your body, finish what you start, and solve your own problems.
It was such a shame. Jared was stunningly gorgeous, and once upon a time, he was a good guy. If things had been different, I could be his. Once upon a time, I thought I was his. But I wouldn’t be sacrificing my pride to him. Ever. Again.
Jared indulged in my misery like it was candy. He had fed me to the wolves time and again, reveling in the unhappiness he caused. Jared, my friend, was completely gone, leaving a cold monster in his place.
“On sunny days, as a girl, I could still wake up to that thrilled feeling. You made me giddy with expectation, just like a symphonic rainstorm. You were a tempest in the sun, the thunder in a boring, cloudless sky.”
Being your sidekick gave me a sense of home again.”
You were the person that turned things right again. With you, I became courageous and free. It was like the part of me that died with my mom came back when I met you, and I didn’t hurt anymore. Nothing hurt if I knew I had you.” Pools of tears filled my eyes as the class leaned in to listen to me.
My rainstorm was gone, and you became cruel.
“You were my tempest, my thunder cloud, my tree in the downpour. I loved all of those things, and I loved you. But now? You’re a fucking drought. I thought that all the assholes drove German cars, but it turns out that pricks in Mustangs can still leave scars.”
Once my gaze met his, it was impossible to look away. His eyes were like the cover of a book—giving you hints but not the whole story. And I wanted to know the story. If I searched his eyes long and hard enough, maybe what I craved would seep out.
was anger and desire mixed together to make something hot enough for my knees to go weak.
We can be confused about what is good for us but not about what we truly want.
“You were never clingy or a nuisance, Tate. The day you moved in next door I thought you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I fucking loved you.”
“I want to touch you.” His words were against my lips now. “I want to feel what’s mine. What’s always been mine.”
Jared was like the Fourth of July. . . .all over my body.
I inhaled him, smelling the wind and rain from his skin, and for a brief moment, I was home.
Yesterday lasts forever. Tomorrow comes never. Until you.
“I’ll try, Tate. Yesterday is gone. I know that. I want that comfort we used to have back.”
Yesterday kept following me. And tomorrow, the new day, never seemed to come.” Until me, he’d written on the note.
We came up on a shiny, black marker adorned with a pink balloon.
“I love you more than myself, more than my own family, for Christ’s sake. I don’t want to take another step in this world without you next to me,”
I was his. And he was mine.
