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So tired of bleeding my heart out for someone who hates me.
Everyone else is so preoccupied with their own scars…they don’t give a fuck about mine.
I want the best for Bianca.
Prince Charming isn’t coming to rescue his wicked princess after all.
“I know it hurts, baby girl,” he whispers against my hair. “I’m so fucking sorry he’s gone.”
Our kiss is the equivalent of fire meeting gasoline…destroying everything around us as he slowly—meticulously—fucks my mouth with his.
But he’s wrong. They’re a typhoon. One that’s headed straight for him.
“You’re still here, though. Which means you’re stronger than what tried to break you.”
Because that’s what my girl does. She fights just as hard as she loves.
“Sure, I have a few scars, but someone once told me that scars meant I was stronger than what tried to kill me.”
“Then may the best girl win.”
Because I love you, Oakley, and that means you won’t ever have to fight your demons alone.”
I gave her my bracelet and told her to be strong. But then a monster came along and ripped all her strength away.
Regardless of the amnesia, I’ve never known who I am, because home still feels like a fairy tale I’ve been searching for my whole life.
Because where he goes, I will always follow.
But I don’t regret what I did with Oakley. Because he was my first choice.
But life doesn’t always play fair.
Sometimes it throws you a monkey wrench that’s downright brutal.
I thought we were happy and in love. Two broken pieces of the same soul. But maybe we weren’t? Maybe we were fire and gasoline instead. Maybe what we felt for each other was a lethal addiction.
I need her to keep me grounded and ride out this storm with me.
