Gently, I caressed along the puckered, angry scar slanting in a long, jagged line across my lower abdomen to where it crossed the smooth, silvered scar running in a horizontal line just above my pelvis, wishing she could somehow find comfort in my touch. Chills shook my body as I ran my fingers over the still sensitive skin, and just like every night, the bitterness and anger I found myself feeling faded away into sadness as I lost myself in this tangible reminder of my child. I loved her, so much. Steam filled the room, and I eased myself into the water, allowing myself to drift back to Daniel. I missed him, almost more than I could bear. This was never supposed to have happened to us. We were supposed to make it…we should have made it.
A.L. JacksonI missed him, almost more than I could bear. This was never supposed to have happened to us. We were supposed to make it…we should have made it.
A.L. JacksonDon’t you know that’s what college is about...students spending years gathering useless information they’ll never use again, going hopelessly into debt, just so they feel smarter than the rest of their family? I mean, that’s why I worked so hard to get here, anyway.
A.L. JacksonIt slammed into me so hard it nearly knocked me from my feet. At the same time, it felt completely natural. Inevitable. Simple.
I loved her.
My eyes dropped closed, savoring the truth soaking my body, my nerves thrilling in excitement while my heat beat with a steady content.
I loved her.
His fingers splayed out while my heart slammed against his hand.
"How did i ever stay away from you ? I heard this calling out for me everyday." I could feel is breath across my face,his words so sad,filled with so much regret."Did you here mine?"
"yes",I breathed out as my whole body began to shake under his."My heart only beat because I could still feel your love.It was the only thing i had.
Stichwörter: love heart sad couple desperate-love
I’ll never let you go again, Melanie. Never. Nothing will come between us... nothing."
I would destroy anything, and anyone who tried to take her from me. Being away from her was no longer an option. She was mine. Only mine.
Stichwörter: want mine possessive-hero
Maybe my steps were slow. Maybe it was because I was relishing each one, like each represented an obstacle we'd had to climb, the trials we'd had to overcome. Maybe each one was a triumph, each a celebration.
Even though each step was measured, in reality, I was running toward him.
Running toward my forever.
Because I realized I didn't have one without Christian.
He was my all.
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