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“Time heals all wounds, Evie.” Spare me. Time heals nothing. Just gives things more space to grow and fester and rot.
“And real emeralds have flaws, sweetheart. Just like the rest of us.”
How can someone so fucking beautiful be so goddamn bad?
It’s such a dichotomy: simple white underwear hidden beneath layers of black and gallons of bitch.
Evelina is the enemy. Not my friend. Not my lover. Not my anything.
“Words were my calm in a life filled with chaos.”
“You don’t have to trust me, Evelina. But words are your safe space, the same way that they’re mine.” My fingers thread through his hair. “Let me be your calm in the chaos, pretty girl.”
I’m tired of fighting, so I press my face into the palm of his hand and I nod, letting him be the calm to my chaos.
It’s that smile again, her real one. Rare and so beautiful.
But if I’m her calm, then she is my chaos, and if I can’t live with her forever, then I don’t want to live at all.
Brayden. She’s Brayden’s. Which means she’ll never be mine.
