“Tell me what you want, Little Fighter,” he snapped. The sentimental nickname was like a balm on my heart. “I don’t know.” “Yes, you do. You always know what you want; it’s something we have in common.” My eyes prickled with tears. “I want Anthony back.” If my words affected him, he didn’t show it. “What else?” “I want you back.” He reached out and cupped my jaw with his tattooed hand. “What else?” “I want me back? I want to feel like myself again.” He kissed my forehead before speaking. “And who are you, Juliet?” I didn’t know how to answer his question. Was I the girl that killed a man to
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proud of you juliet 🥹 yes you are a fighter
