Status Updates From Stay With Me

me duele el pecho de lo fuerte que es este libro imaginense

After the torment duet was a flop I need this to be good

“Fucking GO!” For the first time, I break down. Isaac Vargas crumbles under the weight of it all. She reaches out again, wrapping her arms around me, the smell of flowers enveloping me. The smell reminds me that I’ve come to hate flowers, and I shudder as her hand runs down my skin. I want to yell, to keep her from touching me, I sob into Priscilla’s arms. Like a child in their mother’s arms

“I tried so hard for so many years, but being here, Ronnie, felt like coming home. It’s fucked, but this has been my truth long before this happened.”
“No, Isaac,” she says, a tear escaping her eye and slipping down her cheek. “It’s not home. It’s just a prison… this love is a fucking prison.”

“her gaze shifting towards the skyline. “You know I used to think this was the most wonderful view in the world.”
“Still is,” I say, my gaze lingering on her instead. “The most wonderful view in the world.”