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She’s like my own sunrise. Beautiful. Perfect. She fills a part of me that’s been empty and dark for as long as I can remember.
This will be the last thing I see before I die. At least they’re cute. When I’m gone, you’re not allowed to have sex with anyone else. My ghost will get jealous and haunt you.
Our initials intertwined and distorted to make them unrecognisable, with the words so small and vine-like, not even Stacey knows that they say “I choose who I love, and I choose you”.
I fall asleep, and if I had to give up everything in the world for this, I would. I’d give it all up for Stacey.
“Ready, doggos? Sing with me!” The first note of “From Now On” she screams has me contemplating ending things with her.
“It’s only been half a year, but it feels like longer. You’re everything to me, Stacey. Everything. I think about you constantly, and I get excited when it’s time to see you. I’ve never been attracted to someone before; did you know that? Never. Not once did I come across someone I found attractive. I thought I was broken, that my emotions were limited, but I just hadn’t met you yet.”
“I want it all with you. I want to go home and tell everyone that we’re together, that we’re going to have kids and grow old together. Do you want to know why?” “Why?” she asks, so softly. I take her face in my hands, stroking hair behind her ears. “Because I love you. I’ve been in love with you for ages – it’s been all I’ve thought about. And I keep falling more in love with you every single fucking day.”
“Are you going to be my forever, Freckles?”
Because not only is she my weakness, but she’s also my strength – my main reason for continuing, the air to my fucking lungs.
It seems she has no idea how much I’m obsessed with her. Not just with her looks, but her heart, her fucking soul.
“I n-never stopped loving you.” My heart is fucking sore, but I need to get this last part out. I know I’m dying. But the only thing I’m worried about is her getting the fuck away from those evil pricks. “I will… will always lo-love you, Freckles. Go, live your life and be free. Meet someone who can tr-treat you ri-ight. For-for-forget me.” I can’t hear anything, not even my heartbeat. “Pl-please for… forgive me. B-Be safe and ha-ha-happy. I love you.
“I didn’t want to hear whatever she had to say. She’s nothing but a slut to me.” Dad slams his hand on the table between us, but I don’t flinch – I think I still have drugs in my system. “Do not speak about any woman that way. Ever.” When I stare at him in silence, he continues speaking. “You need to hear her out, Kade. If you love her, let her explain.”
And he's supposed to be a psychopath?
For the next two years, I die a little more each day, until the version of Kade Mitchell I want to be turns into a ghost. My soul is shattered and broken, and I lose all the pieces, unable to glue it back together. Look at me now, my little princess. Daddy’s gone, and he’s never coming back.
