Fallon 18
One month later
I smile to myself, fidgeting with my necklace that I now know Keaton gave me. That sucker was so in love with me that when Nate told him I wanted it, he went out and bought it immediately without a thought. And I love him for it.
I unpack the last box of my things into my dorm. I haven't heard from my parents since I woke up in the hospital. Despite my multiple attempts to reach them, it's like they've fallen off the face of the earth, but I have decided to move on with my life and be happy. I have come to terms with the fact that my parents are probably never coming back. I loved my parents, and they didn't love me. And that wasn't my fault.
I was never what they wanted me to be, but that's okay. I am everything to a man who loves me, I'm everything to my big brother, and I'm everything to my friends. Things are so much better now, and I owe that all to Keaton. He made my life hell, but then he made it beautiful again.
I used to think it would only be one sequence with us. Finding good and bad, and ugly. I always thought it would be nothing more than that. But he showed me there was beauty underneath our chaos.
My body is healthier and in the best shape it's ever been, and so is my mental health after continuing therapy and finding ways to put myself first above anything else. I am the happiest I have ever been, and it's strange when I think about it, because it's all because of a person I thought I hated. A person who didn't deserve anything less.
"Look who's here." Dove smiles, did I mention she is my roommate?
I grin when I see Keaton walk into our room and I immediately reach for him.
"Hi, babe." I kiss him. "Look at all my progress. I like my bookshelf the most." I smile at my hard work.
"It looks amazing, Sweetheart." He pulls me in for another kiss, like one wouldn't have ever sufficed. "Dove, I think Nate wants you to go to lunch with him." Keaton doesn't look away from me as he speaks to her.
She laughs knowingly. "I'll see you tonight, Fallon."
She ;eaves the room quickly and Keaton picks me up, I wrap my legs around his waist as he pulls me as close to him as he can. Keaton and I have been very intimate with each other, I have given him everything I have and I have no idea what the future holds, but something tells me I made the right choice to make things official with him. He made my life miserable at one point, but he's also the only person who could bring me back to life. I am truly and irrevocably alive when I'm with him.
Keaton throws me on the bed and I giggle as he rips his shirt off over his head and I do the same. My body freezes once I see black markings on the inner part of his left bicep.
"What's this?" I ask him, examining his new tattoo.
He doesn't answer me, he just lets me explore it. It's a medium sized snowflake, with writing under it. I move his arm so I can get a better view to read it.
Sono innamorato di te.
"You never told me what that meant." I tell him, smiling because I know he got this for me.
"I'm so in love with you."
Tears form in my eyes as I remember all the times he said that to me when we were younger, when war was at its worst. He always loved me, even when I couldn't love myself, even when I hated him. He and I were always meant to find our way back to each other, and in some ways, we never left.
I pull him back down by his neck so I can kiss him and his tongue slips into my mouth. God I love when he does that, it's like fire spreading down my throat into my blood, filling me with euphoria. He grinds against me as I feel his need for me.
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the worst kind of heartbreak
Romancethe worst kind of heartbreak is the first book to the born broken series, it is an enemies to lovers story about two teens who met in middle school. The story follows Fallon Emery, a girl who was bullied to the point of gaining an eating disorder by...