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February 19 - February 23, 2024
“Sirts,” I say, swallowing over a knot that lodges in my throat. “Armenian for ‘my heart.’ Roughly.”
“ցաւդտանեմ. Tsavt tanem.” Let me take your pain.
“What’s it mean?” Pressing my lips together, I shake my head. The lie tastes like sulfur, but I say it anyway. “I have no idea.”
“No, you don’t get to fucking do that. You don’t get to cry or make me feel bad for being upset. You hurt me. Not the other way around.”
“I was helping you, love. Finishing what you bloody started on the balcony at your parents’ house. Those bastards didn’t deserve to live, not after what they did to you.”
“You never would’ve asked,” Jonas chokes out. “And you shouldn’t have to, Lenny. You deserve to have someone in your corner without having to beg them to show up in the first place.”
“That wasn’t your battle to win.” I punch against his chest, once twice, the handcuffs making the movement choppy. “That pain was mine, and you commandeered it. Stole it from me, and for what?” “Because I bloody love you!”
Love hurts, my brain says. But it also heals.
“Oh, my god! I knew it!” Elena jabs a finger in my direction. “It freaked her out because you were never really engaged. I fucking told you. Kallum, you owe me twenty dollars.”
hope Jonas cuts your dick off when he gets here.” “Ah, yes, your knight in a dirty leather jacket.”
“I do, you know. Love you. I don’t think this relationship has been fake for a while.” Chuckling, Jonas gently pulls me off of him, and I try not to whimper at the loss, even as his cum runs down my thigh. “I’m not sure that it ever really was.”
No one else has ever been willing to save me, when it was all I ever really wanted to begin with. That unconditional kind of love that you’d risk your life on a battlefield for.
