I looked over, and in her purse were a bunch of pull bottles, and a little baggy. She lifted reach bottle up, said their names, and looked at me. "Depression. Anxiety. Anti-phycotics. Anti-nausa. Insomnia. Migraines. And, finally, weed. Do you still love me?!"
I looked at her. Her face was distressed and wanting, but also scared and hurt. I reached over, and touched her arm lightly. "Of course I do."
She looked shocked like no one had ever done that before. It's true. I love her, and I'd been wanting to say it since she stayed the night. I looked at her for a second longer, and then I put the car into drive, and started to where we are going.
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Okay, I'm done for the night. Goodnight. Love you all. Kisses.
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Those Lips
RomanceThose lips lie, until she meets Damon. Kaia is tired of moving around and not being loved. She is giving up, and is just sick of being here, but when she meets Damon her whole world is turned upside down and her fragile state is comforted by his str...
