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“The girl and everything that comes with her are mine,” I say, my eyes flaring.
That’s what cancer does. It ravages you from the inside out without caring who you are. It doesn’t matter whether you keep the world in the palm of your hand or if you have more money than God. It just feeds on death. And death always wins, one way or another.
It’s amazing what we’re capable of overlooking— what we’re willing to do— when it comes to those we love.
“Did you come, princess?” he asks. If you have to ask, the answer is no.
That boy may have his tongue inside her, but it’s me she’s thinking of right now, whether she wants to be or not.
“If I wished for it,” I murmur, leaning in until our noses touch, “I could make you need nothing but me.”
Photographing people in their element is my favorite part of taking pictures. There’s something so cathartic about candid photos, capturing a single solitary moment and keeping the emotion alive forever.
“If I were you, I’d take the opportunity. I bet he fucks like a god. Older men always do.”
“There’s nothing wrong with putting yourself first.”
I know avoiding problems never makes them disappear, but for some reason, I continue to test the theory, hoping that eventually I’ll be surprised and things will magically get better.
It’s hard enough accepting death; feeling as though you’re useless while you’re still around would be a bitter pill to swallow.
“I love capturing memories. Emotion that’s usually fleeting being frozen forever in time. The wisdom in the gaze of a person who’s lived a full life. The look in someone’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. The joy in their face when they’re laughing at a joke. Photographs help us remember things we’d otherwise forget.”
“That’s my wife. I can’t allow you to disrespect her.”
Instead, I’m sure his question will just seep into my subconscious and fester there so I can overthink it later and wonder if he’s right.
I knew her coffee preference by heart after the second day of living with her. He’s been with her for years and still doesn’t know.
“And hurt people hurt people.”
“Crawl to me,” he growls.
“You are so fucking perfect. And so fucking mine.”
Some people say that family is family, blood is blood. But I say that toxic is toxic, and no one is more important than my inner peace, even if it means I lose them for good.
“Don’t you know yet, gattina? I would do anything for you. Burn this life down to the ground and build a whole new world if you demanded it.” She grins, pressing her lips against mine one more time. “To a new world then.” “Our new world.”
