The Coldest Winter

by Brittainy C. Cherry

You noticed that in people when you were hurting yourself—how their pain mirrored your own.

“You’re mine tonight,” he swore, his voice low and dripping with want and need. “Now, grab the headboard,” he instructed, positioning me on top of him. “And let me feast.”

I cant tell if this is cringey or hot but

I liked how he did that—how he moved me around like a rag doll as if my weight was an imaginary concept that only existed in my flawed insecurities.

This was the hottest thing!!!

The size and girth of his member should’ve come with a caution sign and a fair warning. Warning, consumer. Choking hazard. Swallowing this item might result in a stiff jaw and swollen lips. May lead to death if one does not come up for air. Viewer discretion is advised. Explore at your own risk.

I was laughing way to much to not save this

“Starlet…I need you to understand something. Before you, I was sleepwalking through the coldest winter of my life. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to make it through. Then you came and saved me. So believe me when I say I can wait until spring to feel you again. I can wait until spring to make you mine.”

Love the title in the book parts!

You can’t outwork grief. Sometimes healing comes from the allowance of darkness.” “The allowance of darkness?” “Yes. Think of grief as a beast. A strong, big animal that you think you’re supposed to defeat. So you fight against it, push and pull to try to regain some normalcy back in your world. Because that’s the messed-up part, right? Everyone else around you will move on a lot faster than you. Everyone else will smile when they think of the person while you still want to cry. Everyone goes back to their mundane everyday lives as if the person who passed was never there, to

Truly needed this

begin with. They are able to do it so effortlessly, too, because the person who passed wasn’t their person. The person who passed was yours. They were your heartbeats, and it feels like they were robbed from you. You’re angry and pissed that everyone around you gets to move on while you’re still drowning. So you try to act like them and fight grief. You push against it. You kick, you scream, you punch, and you fight until all you have left is depression.”

Pt 2 of truly needed this

“What if it becomes too much? What if I can’t get out of the water?” “Don’t worry,” Eric calmly stated. “You’ll grow gills.”

Wow… just beautiful