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“The most beautiful stories always start with wreckage.”
Sometimes when you wake up to reality, it’s a sharp slap in the face. Here you’d been going along, living life, and thinking you were handling everything—then BAM! You realize you’d been living in some fog, and all the things you thought you knew you didn’t know at all.
I was hiding, all this time, just waiting for someone to find me.
You taste like a second chance.
“You,” I practically growled. “My heart is already yours.”
“How in the hell could you have given me your heart?” I wondered aloud. “Because you’re the one who taught it to beat again.”
Being a survivor made every moment, every kind word a little more meaningful, because they were the ones who knew what almost never was.
Arrow was my all, and without him, I had absolutely nothing.
“You’re my infinity, Hopp,”
“I love you,” I growled against his smile. “I fucking love you forever.” And I did. Our love was infinite.
