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But you are my sister. My dirty little sister who’s going to touch herself in front of me. Show your big brother what you sound like when you come.
Because I can’t talk? Because I can’t tell you how fucking breathtaking you are every second of every day? Because I can’t breathe without being near you? Someone like me… I’m different—I can’t be normal for you. I can’t defend you without using my fists or my bat, and I can’t touch you at the same time as telling you that you’re everything to me. I can’t whisper sweet nothings into your mouth and I can’t fucking marry you because not only am I your brother, but I’m defective.
Believe me or don’t, but you’re the only person in my life, and you always have been. And when you take your last breath, or I take mine, that won’t fucking change. You. Are. Mine. My goddamn property, do you understand?
“Run, little stranger.”
“Goodbye, Malachi. Please take care of yourself. Please.”
“Olivia,” I whisper clearly. “Please don’t leave me. Please stay with me.”
“Please,” I beg. “Accept my v-version of love. Pl-ease. I love you, Ol-l-l—”
I hate Olivia in this moment...
“You’re mine, Malachi. You’re mine and I’m yours and I love you more than words can explain. Please forgive me. Please. I want you. I want to be with you, build a life with you, and make memories with you. I want to wake up every morning with you by my side. I want you to chase me through these woods and take me against a tree. I want everything you have to give. All of it. Everything. Because I choose you.
