—And maybe lying there in the soft, sick ache of the night, she wondered if this was all she’d ever deserve.
A love that hurt, but stayed.
A love that would kill her, but also kept her breathing.
—damaged halves of something that only made sense together, even if it killed her slowly.
𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥.
Something broken.
Something beautiful.
Something worth coming back for.—