Parachutes Book Three: The Impact

by Takerra Allen

“Tahli Hall, I’m gonna fucking adore you until we’re old and gray if you give me the chance to. You don’t ever have to worry about me keeping shit else from you again. You hear me? I’m gonna be so fucking transparent with you, baby love, you gonna hate it. I’m talking about every time I eat, sleep, fucking piss…”

“We both handled our trauma in different ways…but ultimately, we never knew how to receive love fully. Me? I created expectations for love, knowing many wouldn’t be able to live up to them. Eventually, someone would make a mistake, and I’d never have to worry about being abandoned. Because I would do the abandoning.

“And you…you never felt you deserved the life you had. So, you gambled with it, then built a web of lies to hold onto it, terrified of me abandoning you. But we’re not there anymore. We’re here. With a power in knowing the past we’re up against…and knowing that shit doesn’t stand a chance against our parachutes.”

“Of course I do. I told you a long time ago, Tahli…I just want to fuck you for the rest of my life and make you smile.”

“And pump me full of your babies?”

“She made me promise to give you all of the love that she never could.”

“He said one day you would try to run. But to promise him that I was man enough to chase you.” That parted her supple lips. They sat in that heaviness until his baby love started the skipped laughter. A second later, Vin joined it. “I mean…they really were trying to set us up for failure,” Tahli shook her head. “Those two combined? Talk about pressure. Don’t stop loving him. Don’t let that bitch run away,”

Their parachute had blown every which way, rocked by winds, and thrown into turbulence. But somehow, they survived the impact. They had landed safely.

Full Circle You ever heard the story of Tahli and Vin? I mean the one that unfolds from beginning to end? Their ending mirrors beginnings in a loop of forgiveness. Who would’ve known what it’d take to eventually end this? A love so destined it finds the ones hiding. Takes hold of even the brightest eyes and blinds them. Perhaps you’ve seen their tale in other souls the same. Because this game of love doesn’t own one name. So now I’ll tell the story as only I can. Hoping to paint pictures to help you understand. For there are no perfect souls, so no perfect soulmates. But on the journey to perfection, can our soulmates wait?