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He wasn’t the first guy to tell me something was wrong with me and probably wouldn’t be the last, but it still stung.
🤦🏽♀️🤷🏽♀️
People tried to relate and tell their own stories surrounding their experience with death, but nothing could soothe that ache. Nothing came close to your own personal story.
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“Ready to train? Nadine is suiting up.” I groaned. I hated working out. Like, my workout hate was so strong I didn’t even own workout clothes. I was the only chick in America not to own a pair of yoga pants.
🤣
“Have you ever played sports?” I nodded. “I played competitive soccer for ten years.” He looked shocked. “Perfect.” I cocked my head to the side. “I was the goalie.” “Oh.” His face fell.
🤣💀💀💀
“Do you like living?” Logan finally asked me as Nadine slipped into the open doorway beside him. I rolled my eyes. “Obviously.” Logan shrugged. “Then this is going to be the hardest week of your life, because there will be running. There will be lifting weights. And there will be no potato chips. If you want to survive attacks from hunters and druids, you need to train.” Dammit. My twenty-one years of laziness were gone. Rest in peace.
Eva made a tsk-tsk noise. “Love shouldn’t be so hard to figure out. If you love someone, you be with them. End of discussion.”
🙌
‘No way. You die, I die, remember? We stick together.’
😱🖤😭
“I dreamed about you,” he rasped. “Before I met you, I dreamed of this hair.” He trailed his fingers over my eyelids as tears leaked from the edges. “These green eyes.” His thumb then skimmed my cheek and found its way to my lips. “These lips.” I couldn’t bear it any longer. If we were going to die, we might as well die kissing.
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