He was good to me.
He always was.
I didn't deserve it.
His heart wrecked havoc on my lungs.
He loved me so much
I couldn't breathe.
And I hated myself for being so fragile. I hated myself because I couldn't love him enough. I wanted to. I needed to.
In every waking moment I was with him I was consumed. I was defined by him.
I believed it
That he would be the one to save me from drowning
He couldn't.
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DRIVE ✕ RUCAS
Fanfictionall we do is drive - in which he liked night drives and crisp air and she liked the feel of the rain and the sound of thunder - cover credits to badassmalia on Instagram
