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But if Griffin is a flame, I’m a moth, destined to dance in his flames.
It’s like we’ve called some sort of truce between each other for the moment. One where we spill our hearts’ darkest secrets to each other and allow soul-warming touches to guide us back into the light.
Tripod hops up, spins a quick circle, and then presses himself against her. I sigh contentedly at the sight of the two of them there together. A dog I ran over and a girl who ran me over.
I am still head-over-fucking-heels in love with Nadia Dalca. Even more because she walked away from me. What a woman. Goddamn, I’m just so proud of her.
Still, with every note he sends, I fall more deeply in love with him. The distance. The space. The unwavering understanding. It just makes me love him harder. I miss him.
