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“Don’t be so morbid,” he snarks. “The sun will rise on another day, and may it be better than the last.”
drift off to sleep to the thought of killing every fucker keeping me from my girl.
“You didn’t think I was going to let you go without me.” He scoffs, uncaring that he’s angering an already temperamental Hawk. The idiot is wearing all black, but in white, across the front of his top, is written #darkknighttotherescue. I can see Mason staring daggers at it, as I ask, “How did you even know we were going tonight?”
She should probably look nightmarish, like some sort of born-again demon, but hovering over the dead body of her very own monster, knowing she conquered her fear—that she fucking saved herself—she looks like the fucking queen of hell.
As they pull away, Wilder pipes up, “Good to see you, Sunshine. I was worried you wouldn’t get to see my incredible knife skills.” He holds up his bloodied blade, and I quirk a brow at Hawk, but he just shakes his head. Guess that’s a story for another time.
Just as my eyelids droop, he murmurs against my ear, his warm breath tickling the skin, “I’m pretty sure you’re the love of my life.” Well, if I don’t fall asleep with a smile on my face after that.
“You’re seriously not put off by, uh, what I am?” “Baby!” Cam exclaims. “Didn’t you hear me? You’re a fucking badass. I have never been more turned-on in my life than I am at the thought of you going all ninja on some douchebag's ass.”
“It’s tiring, being strong all the time.” “Then don’t be. Fall apart, baby. I’ll be here to put you back together.” I rest my forehead against hers so all I can see is the turbulent thunderstorm whirling in her eyes. Nothing else exists but her. “It’s you and me.”
all of them are holding me together, and Mason’s words flitter across my mind—When you’re unable to fight your battles, you’ve others who will stand up and fight them for you. I’m not alone. I never was.
It doesn’t matter if you’re five years old, twenty-five, or fifty. Trauma is trauma, and no matter how much you tell yourself you’re over it, that you’re tougher than the ghosts that haunt you, you will always be weakened in their presence. They are always going to have a hold over your inner psyche. This is why you need people around you, people you can rely on, lean on, and stand up beside you and remind you that you’re not a weak kid anymore.
