It was always just meant to be a job, no one was meant to get feelings and no one was meant to get attached, but this was love.
That type of love that gives you butterflies just by looking at him, that type of love that makes you believe you could never be happy without them.
Loving him is the hardest thing ever. Its both perfectly destructive and perfectly beautiful at the exact same moment. The walls I spent years building up masking myself from the outside not letting anyone in are crashing and It's all because of him.
"Michael it's me, come home. I'm sorry" I found myself saying down the phone once again.
How did I end up here?
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Mystery || The Blacklist / 5sos
FanfictionI never believed that I could be in love, because what does that mean? The term to be in love could mean anything, to be comfortable, to feel safe, to have someone you can call your own and to trust them deeply. There is no safety in my work you k...
