The Forbidden Equation (Love Equations #3)

by J.R. Gray

When every day is a struggle sometimes all we need is a person to keep us breathing.

That was the thing about depression. It wasn’t just wanting to die. It was not having the motivation, endless exhaustion, wondering what it was like to not have to do it anymore and this deep sense that I didn’t belong, so why even bother?

I lifted up on my toes, brushing my lips over his. “It’s that easy.” “Fuck.” He moved quicker than I could react, trapping me against the wall. “Do that again.” I put my hand back on his jaw and joined our mouths. His lips parted, sliding his tongue over mine. His taste burned like liquor, and I barely noticed because he’d ignited a fire in my chest that might never go out.

All that horse shit about needing to love yourself first isn’t accessible for everyone. It’s telling people they aren’t deserving of love because they have a mental illness. You deserve it.”

“When you touch me, it feels like sunshine. It makes me forget how much darkness I live in, if only for a little while.”

“We aren’t, but you have to fucking decide that for yourself.” I forced myself to put one foot in front of the other and walk through the dark halls. He grabbed me from behind and slammed me into the wall. “Stop walking away.” “Start choosing me.” “I am choosing you. If you’d fucking listen.” He forced his mouth against mine, parting my lips.