“I don’t want to lead you on, Dais. We can’t fucking happen. I’m just here to help you until you can sleep better.” Maybe I should stop torturing myself then and just try to move on too. “I can find someone in Paris, and if not, I’ll just fly solo. I’ve done that a lot. Maybe I’ll make a lasting friend from New York,” I say. “I can move out there when I come back, and I’ll start over—” “You would move out to New York?” He frowns. “I don’t know…maybe,” I say softly. He abruptly reaches out and draws me to his chest. He’s hugging me. Willingly. But this feels more like a goodbye than anything
...more
they're actually thunder by lan del rey coded
