Status Updates From Seven Minutes : An MM Hurt ...

Swoon 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

I breathed him in—his warmth, his strength, his scent, his love—and finally let myself believe it.
We were still us
Still reaching.
Still coming back.
Even if the tide had dragged us out farther than either of us ever expected.

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“You’re my best seven minutes, too.”

Oh god I knew this would be a heart tugging romance.

When had I stopped choosing that version of us?
When had work started taking more than it gave back? […]
Eli had been the love of my life since the day he spilled coffee all over my sleeve in the campus café, flustered and apologizing while I just stood there, struck dumb by his smile. There would never be anyone else for me. I knew it then. I know it now.
So why had I wasted the time we had?”

I stood on legs that didn’t feel like mine, leaning on the rail for balance. When I bent to press a kiss to Eli’s forehead, my lips brushed the edge of tape and tubing. “I’ll be right back,” I murmured. “You hear me? Don’t you go anywhere.”

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When the index looks like this… you just know the suffering is coming 😭

The First Minute
The Second Minute
The Third Minute
The Fourth Minute
The Fifth Minute
The Sixth Minute
The Seventh Minute

if my heart survives, I’ll probably need a smut-only break after this. How is it possible that each line is so heartbreakingly beautiful 💔😭

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