“Do me a favor, okay?” “What favor?” I ask, trying and failing to hide the sob creeping up my throat. “Don’t let this change you into something you’re not,” he croaks out, sucking a shaky breath into his lungs before he continues. “I don’t want you becoming a moody little bitch with no friends and no life.” “What am I supposed to be?” “Just be you,” he says simply. “Irresponsible and reckless and fuckin’ stupid, like always.”
Fuuuuuck… 😭
