Burned & Bound (Love Doesn’t Cure All)

by A. Winchester

Gay didn’t guarantee I was happy. It just meant I liked dick.

lmfao i cackled

“PTSD is a bitch of a thing. It shreds apart all the things you knew about yourself and then keeps on taking from things you never thought it could touch.”

So fucking real!!!

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

Omfg yessssssss!!!!!

“I’m not worth it,” I whispered breathlessly against his mouth. “You just let me keep believing that for the both of us,” Jackson said, quiet and full of conviction.

Sobbing

“I told you I’m not fucking worth it.” “I’ll keep believing you are for the both of

us.”

“You’re not broken, West,”

“I loved you back then just like I love you now.”

Swoon

What I would’ve given to be out there with him. To be what he needed.

Oh babyyyyy

“I just wanted to feel safe as a kid.”

“Because I love you,” Jackson whispered.

“If I kiss you, are you going to wake up?” I wondered aloud. “I’m not a fucking Disney princess,” he mumbled. “Your way with animals is pretty fucking magical,” I hummed.

lmfaoooooo

“When you spend your whole damn life being hit, you start to expect it. And the anger… they just go hand in hand,” I whispered. “And it just stays there and festers and fucking builds until you can’t hold it in no more. One day you just… snap.”

“I’m coming back to you, baby.”

“I love you, Jackson. I loved you growing up,

I loved you long after I left, and I still love you. I’ll always love you.”