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DEATH IS A debt we are all born owing. It’s something that money can’t buy nor can it be traded. You can’t bargain for more time. When it’s up, you accept it like a fucking man. I’ve never been afraid to die. Or to love, for that matter. Aren’t they the same? You surrender to a fate you have no control over. You don’t get to choose when or how you die, just as you can’t choose when and who you fall in love with.
I wrapped my hand around her throat, and she begged me to breathe. She stabbed me in the heart and demanded I bleed. She might as well have been fucking poison, but I would have drunk her anyway.
That was the kind of obsession I had for her. I knew how it would end—total devastation. A war zone of broken bones and bleeding souls.
She thinks something is going to jump out at us, grab her, and drag her to hell. I laugh at that thought. Honey, I’m the closest to hell you can get.
“Go home, Becky.”
Ahhh his still
Calling her by her sisters name
Placing the end of the Sharpie in my mouth, I bite on the lid to remove it and write. Dear Sis, I gave him something you never could—innocence.
