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"Ophelia, if a genie appeared in front of me now, kissing you while you dry hump my thigh for an hour would be all three of my wishes. Don't worry about me, I've got shower material for the next thirty years."
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midnight, a hundred years from now 😭😭😭

"It feels like I've been alone in my corner for a long time, okay?" I sober my expression. "I've built my walls too high."
"They are worth the climb."
"They aren't."
We stop on the mansion steps, his tone soft. "They are. For me, they are."

CUORE MIO GRANDE 😭😭😭😭😭

I KNOW BABY I'M SO SORRY😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"Did he kiss you?"
"You have no right to know that."
His voice is strained, like he knows that but asked it anyway. For a second, I think he's going to do it. The quiet voice at the back of my head is on its knees, pleading for more. My lower abdomen clenches.
"Put me out of my goddamn misery, Ophelia."

MY MANNNN

Wrath bubbles up to my throat, sour and bitter. There it is; the disappointment, the expectation that trauma has to turn into an inspirational story. That a life changing injury should end in a Paralympic gold and an awful childhood should fuel your meteoric rise to success.
Just surviving is achievement enough.

In the nineteen times it's happened in my head, my first time on top of you didn't look like this.

FUCKING ALEX CORBEAU GREEN FLIRTING THROUGH MAILS LASCIAMI STARE PORCO

"He didn't deserve it."
My shoulders tense. "The date?"
"That dress."

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