"I can't when you don't even care.."
"I never said I didn't care!"
"But you don't!"
Once they were enemies, now they're lovers. Let's see what happens four years later. Have they been able to keep themselves together? Have the stayed together? What...
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The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and I could fall no further. Sylvia Plath
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"...There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense..."
I quietly played with the tips of Ryan's fingers, his book in his other hand. My body gingerly laying on top of his on the couch simply just listening. Reading had been a hobby of his. His nerd quirk, as I called it. It really didn't matter to me what he was reading, it was more if just listening to him continuously talk, his voice making me feel so safe and comfortable. I never wanted to leave him, he needed to be mine, because I honestly didn't think I could breath without him.
I frowned when I realized Ryan had stopped reading, my eyes lifting up to see a sweet smile across his lips.
"What?" I asked with a tilt of my head.
"Nothing," Ryan sighed running his hand through my hair. It was almost as if he was memorizing every strand, every fray, making sure he never forgot what I looked like. Taking ahold of the worlds time just to look at me completely, as I did him. "You're beautiful, you know."
