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September 12 - September 24, 2025
“You need to fill up your own cup, B. You can’t keep pouring when you have nothing to give.”
“Gilmore Girls…again?” He shrugs. “What? The weather outside is perfect for it.” “It’s always perfect weather for Gilmore Girls,” I mutter under my breath.
“Yes, we were talking about why I shouldn’t stress, which only makes me think of why I most certainly should.”
The worst thing you can do to a person who craves control is make them feel utterly useless by uprooting their entire life with events they have not a single ounce of say in.
No one can put a time on grieving. I don’t even think the pain ends; you just get used to it.
Then the bastard came downstairs in gray sweatpants—I repeat, gray sweatpants. Doesn’t he know that’s every woman’s kryptonite?
“But who’s taking care of you, Bella?” My lips flatten into a line before I put on a sickly-sweet smile. “Me.” Always me.
“Because you’re the only woman that I can be myself around and still manage to breathe.”
The sight of her steals my breath away. Stunning doesn’t cover it. Beautiful barely scratches the surface. And gorgeous isn’t enough for how radiantly she glows.
