“Jude?” “Yeah?” “I wanna stay here. Just a little longer. Okay?” “We can stay here as long as you want, Geeks. Forever.” Forever. If we’re meant to end in tragedy, ours will be my favorite. It won’t be the kind written in history books, filled with grand speeches and epic betrayals. It’ll be quieter, etched in stolen moments and whispered confessions. It’ll be the kind of heartbreak that tastes like his lips and smells like smoke and rain. We were made for chaos, for love that is wild. And if it all comes crashing down, I’ll still take every broken piece of it, knowing I chose him and he chose
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