❝ all my grief says the same thing:
this isn't how it's supposed to be.
this isn't how it's supposed to be.
and the world laughs.
holds my hope by the throat.
says: but this is how it is.❞
― Fortesa Latifi
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⤚ Book 1: The Art of Moving On ⤙
⤚ Book 2: Always Cas ⤙
⤚ Book 3: Here With You ⤙
THE BOY I hurt was water once, filling negative space like his life depended on it, filling me like my life depended on it. I can't get to him now. His body is ice, impenetrable and unmovable. I try anyway.
THE BOY sinks out of reach, eyes and lips shut tight in anger, not allowing a drop of my remorse to penetrate. Hatred comes off of him in waves. I close my eyes against the sting of it, so I can't see just how much I've hurt him.
THE BOY is not mine to keep anymore. His body is lost at sea, will only dive deeper the more I try to tug at his limbs. If I could, I'd drag him ashore, breathe life back into his lungs. Make him whole again. I try anyway.
Because I love the boy even as I break him.
Trigger Warnings: Homophobia, Verbal/Physical Assault, Explicit Language, and Sexual Content
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General FictionDresden Gibson never left. But that's not the story he's telling. [sequel to The Art of Moving On] It's five years later, and though time has a way of making all pain feel less prominent, the pain that sits right under Dres's ribcage, the one tied...
