he doesn’t give a shit because he’s only loved one person, and these weddings are charades—an attempt to forget the love and anger he still holds. And I worry about that, I worry about that with you because I know you’d ruin me.” “That doesn’t scare you now?” “It scares me more to be away from you. To possibly lose you.” His fingers slip from my waist, weaving with my fingers. My fears become an infection, spreading faster than I can stop them, the rules and reasons I had committed to for avoiding Lincoln are each still valid, exacerbated by my dad’s actions. Lincoln’s dark eyes drift open,
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