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It won’t be easy. We’re not even fucking close to okay—Mason, Shawn, or I. But we have each other. Not okay, but not alone.
Life is for the living, motherfucker.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, City Boy. Sorry it took me so long to tell you.”
Against my chest, the blunt edges of his nails dig into my skin, and I kind of want to tell him to just do it. Rip my heart out. It’s already his anyway.
“You didn’t make anything worse, Will,” I tell him after a long, quiet moment. “You woke me up, that’s all. You brought me back to life.”
You’re weird. The weirdest weirdo that ever weirded.”
The weight of my life rests in this hand, and I’m no longer ashamed to admit that.
“I feel bad for those who never find what we have. But I feel even worse for those who do and never let themselves love as much as I love you.”
