Don't divide me into before and after.
Courtney SummersStichwörter: milo eddie fall-for-anything after-death
My hands are dying.
Courtney SummersStichwörter: grief milo fall-for-anything eddie-reeves
When he sees me, he stops.
His eyes widen, his face pales.
And then before i can say anything, he's holding me.
And the worst part is-I want to hold him.
But I also want to slap him, hit him. Punch him. Tear out his throat.
I want him to tell me what he did to me was a mistake. Some horrible mix-up. . .after I'm done holding him back.
I'm hazy on remembering or maybe I'm just tired or maybe a part of my brain wants to sabotage me.
Courtney SummersEddie, It's like you died that night," he whispers.
So that's it. I died.
I've been dead.
I blink back the tears and pick at the mattress, but I don't say anything. I don't know what I could say to him. I don't know how to convince him I'm still here when I'm not sure of it myself anymore.
Why. Why. Why. WHY.
The question my life had become.
Like I'd let you captain me.
Courtney SummersStichwörter: cracked-up-to-be parker-to-becky
Then I should be dead really soon, because you're stressing me out.
Courtney SummersI'm always leaving, but I never have anywhere to go.
Courtney SummersEddie, I think... sometimes lies bring you to the truth... or help you reconcile with it...
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