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Sloane Beck

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Sloane Beck

With my fingers laced in his hair—he breathed deeply in a sleeping state. He was warm, sweating but I didn't care.

I had hurt him so badly by bringing up Jules in our fight that he got drunk and thought about her.

It was around 2:15 when my phone rang. I reached for my phone hoping it was fast enough to silence it.

I was enjoying my time with him.

No words—no feelings—nothingness.

It was like when we weren't talking, our bad feelings were silent. I could only stare at him filled with love and adoration. That's what love does to you- it shields you. It's a blessing and a curse.

His hair had felt just as it did before.

He felt the same.

He felt like home.

I wanted to go home.

I wanted him, I wanted him in every way no matter how bad he was going to be the end of me. I couldn't do life without the one person who made me want to live.

I traced over the freckles by his hairline the little marks of beauty were something I had grown to love. His tan olive skin, his dark hair. Everything about him made me fall in love with him all over again.

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