Melodim

“You’re my new favorite musician.” He snickered. “I bet you say that to all the boys who throw you parties, build you she-sheds, and clean shit out of your boots.” I laughed.”
― Brittainy C. Cherry, The Wreckage of Us

“You are the stars," I whispered, our mouths so close that if I moved an inch in, we'd be pressed against one another's lips. Fuck, that was corny, and fuck, I didn't even care. Hazel made me want to be the corniest asshole alive. "You've been my light, my muse, my inspiration. Haze ... you are every star in the goddamn sky. You are my galaxy.”
― Brittainy C. Cherry, The Wreckage of Us

“You've been a pain in my ass since you were a kid."

Not the goodbye speech I was hoping for.

"It's true." He nodded. "You've been a fucking pain in my goddamn ass. Throughout your whole childhood, you pushed my buttons. You acted out and gave me every gray hair on my head."

"Is this supposed to be an inspirational goodbye, because--"

"Just shut your hole and let me finish, all right?" he barked.

"Yes, sir."

He shifted his feet side to side before pinching the bridge of his nose. When he locked eyes with mine, he stare was filled with tears, and I swore I hadn't ever seen my grandfather cry. "I just want you to know that you got all those characteristics from me. The good, the bad, and the messed-up parts. You're a mirror of your old man, Ian, and I wouldn't want you to be anything other than who you are. So you go out to Los Angeles, and you give them fucking hell, okay? You be a pain in their ass like the damn devil you are. Push their buttons. Push the whole world's buttons until you get that dream of yours. You get that success, and you hold on tight to it. Don't you dare look back to this place until you truly need to, but when you need to look back, we'll be here waiting.”
― Brittainy C. Cherry, The Wreckage of Us

“She went to get to her feet and stumbled a bit, still off balance, and I caught her in my arms. She gave me a broken smile. "You're good at that."

"At what?"

"Catching me."

"Well, it would be best if you'd stop falling."

"Trust me"--she released a weighted breath--I'm trying.”
― Brittainy C. Cherry, The Wreckage of Us