**** 17 chapters to go! Thanks for all the kind words on the last A/N, y'all are honestly the best readers and friends even. Seriously talk to me anytime I feel deeply rooted to you guys ♡ I hope you enjoy! I will promise you that this will have a happy ending (not my strong suit but I'll do it for you guys ;) )
I also wanted to say in regards to when I say that Ryker and Ronnie show each other their love, in reference to sex, that I absolutely do not think that you have to have sex to show love. For them, as they are both highly sexually driven people, that is just their favourite way of showing it, but sex is absolutely not necessary in love. ****
It had been a week of newly found bliss with a very close relationship with Ronnie.
We were getting along great. We were going on actual dates. I couldn't remember us going on very many dates before I ran away. This was a new life though, both of us were different, older, more mature, more content with ourselves now.
My confidence was rising, and that really helped with my relationship with Ronnie because I wasn't questioning my worth constantly, and that prevented me from always feeling like I wasn't enough for him and didn't deserve to be with him. The confidence and ease made me more approachable and much more happy in general.
Life was fucking beautiful, and I wasn't going to let myself worry about how long it would last.
I was going on regular dates with Ronnie. We went to the movies, we went joyriding, we went to concerts, we had lazy days, we went to restaurants, we cooked at home. And we showed each other our love many, many times. It seemed to get better every time.
I had a scheduled sleepover with Luna, Esha, and Leah of course, every single weekend.
August had regretfully returned to college, but I had rode with him to the airport, and I had spent his last day in the city with him. We had spent the day catching up, and telling each other stories.
I learned about his best friends who had introduced him to skateboarding. I had also learned about his girlfriend of 2 years, Mae. She was an art major, and she hoped to open up her own gallery once she graduated next year.
I couldn't wait to meet her. He described her as vivid and expressive, sweet and spirited. I couldn't picture anyone better for my brother than her. I wanted to thank her for taking care of my brother while I had been to stubbornly prideful to do it. I wanted to thank her for making him so god damn happy.
He told me that he was planning on proposing to her, not anytime soon, but eventually, and I could see the absolute loving adoration in his eyes when he spoke of her. It made me happy, seeing him so animated. He had always been rather girl-shy, and seeing him so matured and grown up made me feel like a proud older sister.
I made sure to remind him that I would have to be an honoured guest at the wedding, and he had agreed cheerfully.
I felt like I was in harmony with the world now, having the chance to rekindle the relationship with my twin brother. Nothing felt as important as making sure to never let him go again.
Having him in my life again also eased the pain of abandonment that I felt from my family. I didn't blame him - he had been raised in that household, he was only following orders as we had always been ordered to do.
But now he was his own person and he had grown into a great young man, respectable and charismatic. It made my heart swell with pride and adoration once again. I don't know how I forgot the feeling of being around my twin. It felt like my world was whole again, seeing him next to me.
We Skyped and talked on the phone every other day, if not every day, and I was already being pleasantly pressured into visiting him and meeting his friends. I had met them over Skype, but he wanted the real deal.
I did too.
I had also had the pleasure of meeting Mae, and she was an absolute doll. She was even cuter over video than in pictures, and seeing her blissful romance with my brother made me so immensely happy for them that I'll admit almost had me tearing up.
I had become a lot more emotional these days. Maybe it was because I had let go of my self-degrading, pessimistic dark humour, and began to enjoy life.
August had met Leah, and he was begging me to introduce him to Luna and Esha next time he was in town. It made me happy to see that he was interested in my friends, and interested in having his friends know me.
We were already planning Thanksgiving and Christmas together. Life felt full.
I felt so much more at peace now. I felt happy, and I felt for once, that I was worth the life I was leading.
I was having regular sessions with Mr. Willows, and my recovery was going full steam ahead. My urges had subsided and I no longer felt any desire to do drugs. He was happy for me, and now we mostly called just to chat. He felt like a grandfather to me, and I actually could honestly say that I missed his kind face and his soothing voice.
I was also drinking less. Everyone acted like it was such a big deal, and I suppose that it was.
I had come so far from the last time I had been close with Ronnie. And god damnit, I was damn proud of myself. I had made it through. Not alone, I had support, but I had fucking made it out. I had survived all that life had thrown at me. I had made it past 20, something I hadn't even dreamed of before. I never expected a good life, and this was even better than any of my childhood fantasies.
Life was looking up and I had never been happier to be alive than I was at this point in time.
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