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My pulse roared in my ears. “I love you.” His lips quirked up in a small smile. “I fucking love you too, hornet ass.”
“Sorry,” Fallon muttered, aiming his phone at the floor. “You guys pretending to be bats or some shit here in the dark?” “We are the night,” I said, moving behind him and doing the best impression I could, throwing my arms up like batwings.
“You know, Bianca, I think you and I are going to be best friends. We should exchange numbers. I’ve got a shit ton of cat memes on my phone I think you’d get a kick out of.”
“Then love her while you can,” I said gently, my heart aching for all of them. He didn’t seem like such a bad guy once I got past his rough exterior and the shit he’d done. He had a reason, which I understood now. “And let her go if I must when the time comes,” he whispered.
I was a butterfly too. I was broken like the butterfly on the wall.
Some butterflies were never meant to fly. Some were meant to die at the hands of a maniac. Some were meant to be broken.
Wordlessly, I lifted what was left of my wife into my arms and walked slowly out of the room.
“Levin?” She mumbled, confused. “Stefan,” he corrected her gently. “You’re dead,” she murmured. “Am I dead?” “Yes, sweetheart. You are now,” he said softly.
