cigarettes after sex ; m.g.g

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corine had an interesting childhood, but one thing she would take to her grave about it was her father taking her to see the ocean.

he would tell her, her eyes reminded him of the waves crashing at their feet.

she always thought he was the perfect father, which broke her heart because he was a horrid husband.

she resented her mother into her teenage years for leaving him, it wasn't until her 16th birthday that she understood.

she had fallen in love, or what she thought was love. a boy who was sweet the first 6 months of their relationship quickly turned into the devil himself.

it wasn't until she came home with a bruise on her right cheek that her mother understood. corine swore off boys after she got him arrested, domestic disturbance.

here we are present day, sitting in a coffee shop waiting on a handsomely artistic man, she remembered the relationship and anxiety swelled in her stomach. she could hear the screams of abuse so loud she felt deafened.

she thought about leaving and not turning back, but decided to give him a chance.

the bell rang, her eyes darting up from the swirling steam in her mug. she smiled at the rugged man.

his hair in slight curls reached his shoulders, as he took his sunglasses off she could see his eyes. the first time in the light.

she stared at him getting lost in the swirls of chocolate on his irises.

she didn't notice when he sat down, and asked how her day was. she was too busy trying to calm the rising bile in her throat.

noticing her discomfort he reached across the table for her hand, she flinched as her breathing evened out slightly, she looked up into his eyes.

he cocked his head to the side worried about the short girl in front of him.