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I’m just barely hanging on, hoping someone or something is able to either pull me away from the waves or push me completely under.
How can emptiness feel so heavy?
“This goes so much deeper than need and desire. The way I ache for you? It’s fucking toxic.”
“I might have you, but you own me. Every inch. Every thought. Every moment of every day, Abhainn. You own me.”
And I know now, we’re no longer an almost. We’re everything.
“In a shocking turn of events,” he states, sarcasm lacing his tone, “I lied.
“I love you. Jesus fuck, I love you. You can’t leave me.”
They say your life flashes before your eyes when you’re close to death. But they don’t tell you it also happens when the reason for you to live starts slipping through your grasp.

