“What are you protecting me from, Thatcher? Just tell me!” One last push and the dam inside of me falls.
“Me!” I yell, the sound echoing in my chest. I barely recognize my own
voice. I grab the sides of her head, caging her between my palms as my
fingers tangle into the hair at the back of her neck. “Me, you stubborn
fucking girl. I’m protecting you from me.”
— Sep 15, 2025 04:54PM
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