Hands Down

by Mariana Zapata

“Did you need something?” Besides a life and a personality change. Maybe multiple enemas too, to get whatever was lodged up his ass out of there.

Lol

I really had missed this guy, despite everything. But there was a reason why amputees survived and thrived; you learned how to live without.

In a world where people lived for criticizing the shit out of each other, at least I’d hope he knew that there were some people out there who were always proud of him. Who would always root for him. Maybe we weren’t perfect people, but nobody was. We had both tried—now—and that was something.

“I would have gotten back to you, darlin’. I wouldn’t have forgotten—” He shut his mouth. That instant, he shut his mouth. Because he realized it then. He had. Maybe not ten years ago, but along the way he had. Because he had stopped asking about me at some point.

And it was by some freaking miracle, my phone rang right then.

Miracle? We’ve had multiple random phone calls interrupt moments like this already in this book!

His elbow nudged me, and he opened his mouth to tell me who knows what just as his phone started ringing.

Another effing call

“Is it hard being handsome?” And this idiot was totally stone-faced as he answered, “Very.” Yeah, I couldn’t help it. I snorted. “What a burden you have to live with.” Zac laughed. “I’m objectified daily.”

lol okay, cute

my friend said as

I don't know why this bugs me, but it does. It's repeated so damn much maybe?

my friend said as

andddd here it is again

It was nothing less than a miracle that his cell started ringing from his pocket or wherever the hell he kept it.

Ffs - miracle? It's kinda effing expected at this point by the reader!

“If we don’t make it out alive, I want you to know I love you,” I said into his ear and felt him laugh again. “See you at the gates?” “Of hell? Yeah, I’ll see you there.”

lol

“Didn’t you hear what I said? Worryin’ about you is like… lovin’ the goddamn sun on my face, kiddo. Like breathin’. It’s never not gonna happen.”

“I need to tell you what happened earlier.” His fingers skimmed the back of my hand lightly. “What happened?” And it was right then that the doctor knocked and peeked her head inside the door.

Fml these stupid interruptions are gonna be the death of me...

“Bibi—” he started to say before the nurse practitioner cut in.

Ffs! I don't hate the miscommunication trope but this is getting insane! TALK to each other like effing adults!

Some dreams you have a say in. Some dreams you can make happen… And there are some dreams you had zero shot at. You couldn’t make someone love you. Most importantly, you couldn’t make someone who already loved you, love you any differently.

And in the story of our lives, in our friendship, his phone rang.

Ffs