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Where's My Love?

~'~

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞?

𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞?

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞

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Cassi

I had never run as fast as I did now.

I never had a good enough reason to.

I did now.

It was him. I always was.

Heart thundering in my chest as if it had just remembered how to beat. The motel air was stale and thin, but outside, it was alive. Crisp, wild, moonlit. I didn't care that my shoes weren't tied, or that I hadn't brushed my hair, or that I'd barely slept. My body was heavy, aching in that deep, bruised way, but I felt light. God, I felt light.

Love. I loved him.

I loved him.

And it didn't feel like a shackle or a surrender anymore, it felt like freedom. Like truth. Like breath.

I grabbed my bag and didn't even check if I had everything. None of it mattered. I just needed the keys, the car, him. My hands shook as I shoved the door shut behind me, the cheap wood slamming against the frame, a final punctuation to a chapter I wasn't reading anymore.

I turned the key, and the engine came to life like it knew where we were going. I didn't know the miles, didn't know the traffic or the time or whether I'd get there before the sun rose—but I was going.

I was coming back to him.

And every second I wasn't beside him felt like a waste.

The road stretched before me, open and endless, and I let the wind pour through the windows, pulling my hair back. No more lies. No more running. No more pretending I didn't feel the way I did.

Because I loved him.

I love him, I love him, I love him.

How stupid I'd been. How blind. So fucking blind. All this time, I'd been fighting something that wasn't a threat—it was my salvation. He was my salvation. My steady, infuriating, wonderful, patient, beautiful boy.

He saw me. He always had.

And I'd been too scared to look back.

I gripped the steering wheel tighter, the wind catching my eyes and making them sting, but I didn't dare blink it away. I wanted to feel everything. The ache in my chest, the hope rising like light breaking through dark water, the pulse that beat his name through every part of me.

He'd waited. He always waited.

Even when I pushed him away, even when I told him to go. Even when I looked him in the eye and said I'd ruin him, he just smiled like he already knew and had chosen me anyway. Over and over. Like I was something worth staying for.

And I had been so stupid. I had let doubt whisper poison in my ear, let fear dress up as logic. But the truth had always been simple—he was it. He was the thing I'd been trying not to want because I didn't think I deserved it.