Burned & Bound (Love Doesn’t Cure All)

by A. Winchester

I was tired of living.

“I would’ve burned the whole fucking place to the ground before I let him run away afraid for his life.”

“I’d rather go through hell with you, West, than watch it destroy you.”

I just wanted to be okay.

I wanted nothing more than to wrap him up in my arms and hold him until he felt better, but I wasn’t it. I could never be that for him. His horses, however, could.

“I love you, baby. And I know you don’t see all those things, but I’m going to keep telling you because I don’t care if it’s tomorrow or fifty years from now, one day you’ll see it.”

I just needed help keeping the demons at bay—needed something to cling to that wasn’t in my own head.

I was drowning with no hope of finding shore.

I don’t know who I am. I know what I became because I had to survive.

I want to know who I am when I’m not stuck trying to survive.

I loved our life at West Haven. I loved Jackson. But most of all… I loved me.