“Nothin’ about this is easy, Li,” I admitted. I looked over my shoulder at her, the sheet clingin’ to the curve of her hip, the flowers I’d inked on her back vivid against her dark skin and the white covers. I sat on the edge of the bed, dressed, boots tied, hands in my hair ’cause I couldn’t shake this feelin’ I was bein’ a fuckin’ dumbass for endin’ it even though I knew it was right. Two years hadn’t ruined us, what was a few more in an effort to heal her heart and give her the chance to win someone better? We’d always be family, and eventually, we’d get back to our friendship. The other stuff, with time, would survive. This was better, rippin’ out the weeds of romanticism I’d been so stupid to sow in her heart. ’Cause I would raze that all to the ground with one wrong move, one of my stupid mistakes.Īnd it would be gone, laid to waste forever. It was a heady fuckin’ thing, bein’ someone’s sunshine, their rain, their entire ecosystem.
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