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Her passion, her anger, her fear, her rage, it cut me deep and I’m fucking bleeding from the wounds. I’m bleeding out like a motherfucking soldier ripped apart in the crossfire of some fucking war he never wanted to be a part of.
Love is chaotic, agonizing, complex. It’s like DNA, no one really knows the depths of its power or can unravel its mysteries. Love is just there, it’s something that exists and we’re all just a bunch of people either looking for love, are in love, or are heartbroken without it, because of it.
They look good together, his pale skin against her beautiful, silky chocolate shade. Like Yin and Yang. I’m sure they’d make beautiful babies.
Girl, what?
My throat fucking squeezes alongside my bloody heart.
“Everyone has a weakness, including you. What if I’m that weakness, York? What then?� York shakes his head. “You were never our weakness. You were always our strength.� “Until I wasn’t. Until I walked away.� “Then don’t walk away again, Titch. Don’t fucking walk away.�
