Status Updates From Thrive: An Addicted Novel

lily fangirling over rose and connor is too real

also i’m obsessed with lilo- they’re absolutely adorable 😭

purée j'adoreeeeee !!! je retrouve la timeline que j'avais adoré dans Kiss the sky tout en ayant les personnalités de Lily et Lo que je préfère
en bref, je me régale

“Wake up!” I rattle his shoulders a little. Hopefully he’ll open his eyes. He’s not dead. He’s not dead. I lift underneath his arms. We’re going to the hospital, Loren Hale. Just you hold on. “You wait for me, okay?” I cry, trying to heave his body with mine. I’m not strong enough. I fall back down, the weight of his muscles outsizing my thin arms.

oh my god my heart is breaking for these two 😖

I drop to my knees and touch his face, his eyes closed like he’s sleeping. I feel his slow pulse, beating sluggishly. Tears stream down my cheeks. “Lo, Lo…” What’d you do? What’d you do? I spot the whiskey bottle next to him, almost all gone. “LO!” I scream. He’s passed out. But this is different. He hasn’t had alcohol in so long.

“Lo?” I whisper, walking further. And then I freeze, my eyes growing big. “Lo?” His limp hand sticks out from behind the island. I awaken with pure panic, my heart on a freefall. “Lo!” I rush to the space between the sink and the island, and I find Lo half supported by the cupboard, his head drooped to the side, his body slumped.

I breathe heavily and both guys stare at me like I’m the crazy one.

Because I’m the addict.

Because I think irrationally.

But I’m a person. I can feel.

And there’s only so much I can put up with before I begin to drown.

💔💔

I shut my eyes for a second, and I try to remember that day. I try to transport my mind back to that place. For every warmth there is cold. For every ounce of light there is blackness. And for every happy memory, there is grief and pain. I can’t remember that day without crawling through it all. So I open my eyes, and I let it drift away. It’s okay. I’m going to make new best days with Lily Calloway.

😭

It’s terrifying how the both of us can ride highs and lows so quickly. She slumps down on the chair and opens a comic, her lips slightly downturned. But I’d take a Lily at a low over no Lily at all. That’s the truth.

twist the knife! 🥺🥺