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“I need to use your bathroom,” I mumbled, eyes darting back across the room and not waiting for him to respond before I bolted for the first door I saw. “Kat—” I shook his fingertips from my elbow as he reached for me, yelling back to him, “I just need a minute, okay?” A minute to process. A minute to scream. A minute to cry my heart out that had lost to the sickness. Oh holy fuck, I lost. I lost. I lost. I lost. My legs were all but numb as they carried me towards the closed door on the far side of the bedroom, hearing Dominic call out as I gripped the doorknob of it. “That’s not the—” I
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“I guess it really is true what they say,” I panted. “What’s that?” My cheek curved in a smile against his chest. “Older men really are the way to go.”
How was it possible for so much silence to exist between two people? Two people who used to love each other endlessly? Maybe that’s why I hated silence so much. It was the loudest reminder of what wasn’t there.
“Or you could just put your hands around my throat to keep my volume in check.”
“It was a hug,” I called up to her, scoffing. “Calm your A cups.”
You know what had a really fucking weird texture when you weren’t hungry? The kind of texture that made you wanna gag? Yeah, that’d be bananas. I was only halfway through and was seriously considering lobbing it at Dominic’s face and making a run for it.
Our meeting, our chemistry, our loving each other was inevitable. We were the crossed stars tied up in the constellations, the twin flames unchecked and unbound, the mirrored pieces of a heart broken in half at birth. We’d been unwittingly set off on a path to find each other before we knew what we were searching for, but Dominic had figured it out quickly.
This was love. Love was running into the rain and getting drenched in it just to hold someone close. Love was kissing like no one or everyone was watching, and not caring which. Love was every tiny droplet falling from the sky; pointless as individuals, but an unstoppable downpour when brought together.
Heather being behind all of this Tommy bullshit made about as much sense as the condom brand, Trojan. Honestly, why name something that’s supposed to provide protection and keep things in after possibly the most infamous example of failed protection in all of history?
“You’ll thank me when you’re still skinny in ten years.” Well, Mrs. Sherry. I’m still skinny, and I’d still like my damn chocolate snack pack.
Again, I was sans any type of plan for what to say or what to do to the ‘boss’, but I’d always heard you didn’t need anything more than balls to trap a venomous snake. And I had ovaries of goddamn steel.
“A prostitute who likes to knit? Sounds like the making of a 90s trash sitcom.”
If there were an Olympic sport for pressing other’s buttons, I’d bring home the bronze, silver, and the gold.
I eventually had to realize that dreaming only exists in our head for a reason. Reality is too harsh and damaging to support the kind of beauty our dreams can create. Dreams are safer tucked away in our minds where the savagery of humanity can’t deteriorate them.”
“I feel better actually. I think I just needed to hit something.” “Yeah, but did it have to be my face?” A quiet beat sat. I nodded. “Yeah. I think it did.”
“Like how you make every surface something to sit on except for chairs.” “The world is my chair.”
“Pain is our nexus,”
“It’s because we’re made of darkness that we’re able to see the little bit of light in each other.”
“I liked watching a pitch black sky bleed with light. It gave me hope that darkness wasn’t forever. That maybe something out there was waiting to lighten my world.”
