Please Don't Go (The Midnight Strike, #1)

by E. Salvador

Hugs feel too personal and make me uncomfortably itchy.

Wow. “¿Estás seguro?” “Contigo, siempre.”

I know how hard it is for her to open up, to feel safe, to surrender her will to not doing it all alone. I know and I understand but I don’t voice that, I just smile at her and nod. I’ll be here whenever she’s ready. But if she’s not, at least she knows I’m here because that’s what I wrote.

“No seas pinche metiche.”

wish I was as happy on the inside as I look on the outside. But I’m not. My head is dark, barely above the surface, and the

and I’m not sure I’d be able to. I don’t believe in love or at least understand what the hell it is,

“My heart begs for you.” “Maybe it’s heartburn?” she mumbles

XD shes so funny

“I’m not okay, and I’m tired of pretending like I am. I don’t want to feel like this anymore, but I don’t know how to not feel…empty.”

My brain keeps sending these signals to let it all out, but I don’t need to do that. The last time I did, I almost ended it all. I don’t want to die, but I don’t want to be sad. I can’t let myself spiral. I just can’t.

“No. You electrified my soul. This is the most awake I’ve ever mentally felt.”

“Even on the dark days?” His trembling voice drops an octave. I tug back, leveling my gaze with his amber eyes that fuel my soul on fire. “I’ll love you even on the dark days.”

didn’t understand it, but Jarvis said I have an avoidant attachment and that my fight-or-flight is very trigger happy. All of this—you—spikes this need to either fight you because my brain is trying to sabotage that this isn’t real, or run and hide because I don’t want to hear that it wasn’t.”