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Years ago, she’d thought love wasn’t real unless it drew blood.
And though Genevieve had never been there, she knew the place by heart.
The air had gotten thick. They both blinked. Once, twice, and then continued to stare at one another. Not stare. Gawk. With such single-minded focus that the crowd was forgotten. The event was forgotten.
By virtue of being a woman, she’s stronger. Girls are given the weight of the world, but nowhere to put it down.
“Don’t care what you call me,” she slurred. “Just call me.”
Eva strode over to him. Looking stern and gorgeous. And he knew that he was fucked.
“Did you have to make me an adorable runaway with a heart of gold?” “I didn’t make you that. You were that.”
his words weighted with old pain. The kind that makes a home on the fringes of your thoughts forever.
“You burst into my solitude, demanding to be seen. You were overwhelming. Just wild and weird and brilliant, and I never had a choice. I liked everything about you. Even the scary parts. I wanted to drown in your fucking bathwater.”
“I idealize you in fiction because I idealized you in real life,”
It felt like she was supposed to come next. Like the chapter had already been written, and they were just taking their places. Like he already knew her by heart.
“If you have the opportunity to make a moment meaningful, why not take it?”
They both giggled, until they’d forgotten what was funny.
The whole afternoon was delicious—so much so that Shane was already nostalgic for it before it had even ended.
“Look, you could have hair down to the floor. You could be bald. I could be blind. You’d still be pretty, Genevieve.”
I stayed alive for you. But you killed me, anyway.”
“Destigmatizing male vulnerability is the first step toward rebuilding the absolute ruin that straight men have left the world in.”
And maybe that was what real, adult love was. Being fearless enough to hold each other close no matter how catastrophic the world became. Loving each other with enough ferocity to quell the fears of the past. Just fucking being there.
Whether you’re Genevieve or Eva. Whether I lose you for years or wake up to your face every morning. I love you. You’re my home. And I want you forever.”
