The painting doesn’t answer me, but the laughter in the boy’s eyes says everything without words anyway. “It’s not fucking funny. Stop laughing or I will throw out your ashes.”
Eli, you’re smothering me.” “Smothering you? What the fuck does that mean?” “You’re making me feel like a prisoner. You constantly need to know where I am, who I am with, what I’m doing.”
baby? Honey? mmm mkay sooo we're 16% in and we're gonna get a quasi make up before the authors wreck us with a shit ton more arguments and breakup's ... Cool... Got it...
“I want you,” he continues softly. “In my bed. At my side. I want to be the reason you smile. I want to make you moan, make you feel safe. I want to be the memories that get you off when we’re apart.”
“I’m done being scared,” I shout. “Do you hear me? It ends now. I’m not playing your game anymore. Send your flowers. Your chess pieces. You don’t have power over me…over us anymore. No more. We’re done.”
This is very “I know what you did last summer” ish… lol
I love you. I always have. Back when we were stupid teenagers fucking around. Five years ago, when I saw you at my dad’s funeral. At Christmas when you told me it was over. I’ve always loved you.”