Unloved (The Undone, #2)

by Peyton Corinne

I wait until his sobs have subsided, then pull him off my lap and put a pillow beneath his head, covering him with a blanket.

stopppp i cant do this

I turn off the music and reach for the lights on the side of the bed before his hand flops out to stop me. “Leave them on,” he whispers. “I want to be able to see you.”

UGHHH

I love her. I do—and it’s more than that; I admire her, every piece that makes her my Rosalie.

Signed Matty—not Freddy. He’s mine, in that way. To everyone else he might be Freddy, smiling and joking at his own expense. To me, he is Matty, or Matt—walls down, the real him.

“I want to be with you. I would love to be your girlfriend. And I want to be clear about that, too.”

stopppp this is so sweet

“I think you are one of the best people I’ve ever known. And I think it would be almost too easy to fall in love with you.”

“Ro is the best person in this department—she’s smart, a genius, really, and you’re so threatened by her you can’t stand that you don’t have some weird control over her. But you can’t stop her from being better than you anymore.”

clock itttt

God, I hope I’m making you proud, Mom.

awww

I remember the night I found him doubled over in a panic attack because he couldn’t breathe through his sobs. Had it been acceptable, I think he might’ve followed her. But he didn’t. And I’m realizing he didn’t because of me.

stoppp wtf

Usually, it’s Freddy. I prefer that only Ro calls me Matt or Matty—with the exception of Archer. But I know how much easier Matt will be for her father to say. I want him to feel comfortable around me. I want him to like me.

i literally have no words anymore he’s perfect

“I think falling in love with you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

“And, if it wasn’t clear, I love you, too,” he says. “I think I’ve loved you for a long time.”

ugh their so cutie patotie

He kneels on the hardwood floor, pulling my knees over his broad shoulders as he kisses my

anddd nvm

“I love you, Rosalie,” he breathes, grinning broadly, smile lines cutting his cheeks sharply. “God, it feels so good to say that.” “I love you, Matty,”

Before we left, Ro tied one of the ribbons from her hair onto my bag. For good luck, she told me. I’m practically preening, shuffling my bag nearly into the center of the dressing room for the guys to see it. To ask me about it.

omg i love him

“Elsie was the best thing in my life. I loved her when we were kids—she was my best friend, my personal cheerleader for our small-town hockey team. And then I fell in love with her when she spent an entire summer dedicated to helping me recover enough to play. When she cried with me after the second injury, drank with me all night when I found out I’d never play again… I always knew… I knew I was hers. And for me, that was enough. Just to be there for her, even if she’d never be just mine.”

why is this literally the saddest thing ever

“Matty.” He steps forward, putting a hand to my neck. “I love you like you’re my own son. And I will always, always be here for you. If you want me.”

And she’s a Shariff. Like her mother. Like me, because I’d taken Ro’s last name after we married.

SHUT UPPPP

Her smile is dazzling. My cheeks feel wet, tears tracking across as I watch her. She waves to us again, and I look at Archer, realizing he’s crying, too. I’ve never been so proud in my entire life. I love you, I mouth. We’re close enough for her to see it and she blows me a kiss and mouths the words back.

omg i’m crying

“I never thought being this happy was real. That it was possible. I love you.” “I love you.” Loving him is the easiest thing I’ve ever done. “And I love this life we’ve built together.” We’re never alone. We always have each other. In our house, there is so much love, it overflows.