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There were dark deeds and bad seeds, but who cared if the house was falling apart as long as it was pretty, right?
I wanted to get into a little trouble. I wanted to catch some rain, find something that made my heart pump again, and I wanted to know what it was like to not have anyone to grab onto.
Own who you are.
The closer you got to anything beautiful, the less beautiful it became. Allure was in the mystery, not the appearance.
“You’re not a victim, and I’m not your savior. You handled it. End of story.”
It never escaped my attention how she hid it around my brother, as if it made her less beautiful. No. Our scrapes and bruises, tattoos, scars, smiles, and wrinkles told our stories,
What the hell was the matter with me? Was all the power I felt pretending like she didn’t exist greater than how fucking good she felt when I had her in my arms? No. Not even close.
God, I was addicted.
I fell, and I never even tried to stop myself.
In one night, Michael had showed me that I wasn’t weak. That I was beautiful, wanted, and strong, and even though that night was short-lived, I knew what I felt for Trevor didn’t even compare to everything that Michael was for me.
She was everywhere. Always everywhere. Years and years, and there was no shaking her. Every time I closed my eyes she was there. It feels like you. Sixteen and looking at me like I was God. You’re in everything. The moment I knew that heart of hers was mine, and I couldn’t wait to be inside of her. Yes, it turns me on. Seeing her go over that edge and trust me to jump with her as I felt her from the inside for the first time and she came apart in my arms. God . . .
I love you, Rika.” I’ve always loved you.
Nothing could shake us. She was mine, and I was hers, and it would never break.
“This is one of the rings I took on Devil’s Night,”
“I don’t know. Maybe I couldn’t let a piece of that night go.”
“Or maybe somewhere down deep I always knew this day would come.”
He was always game. And thanks to his tutelage, now so was I. He’d corrupted me.
“That’s not true,” she mumbles sleepily. “You’re always the first person I notice in a room.”
“But it doesn’t make any sense. Life is one-way, and there is no return trip. What are you waiting for?”
Jesus, she’s right. What the fuck am I waiting for? What can he do?
The corners of my mouth lift, and I can’t wait for tonight. She corrupted me.
