TAKE YOU LIKE A DRUG
His arms were strong and muscular, often used in fights witch they most of the time won, but with her it was different.
His arms were gentle around her, his hands soft when he braided her hair and his moves careful.
He was a different person when she was around. That fifteen year old girl had truly changed him to the better, and he was thankful, ofcourse he was, because she needed him that way.
He knew that for sure, without him, she wouldn't be able to survive a day.
Not that she was weak, not that all, she were actually the strongest person he knew, including himself, but she couldn't stay strong all the time.
She just had to feel his hands in his hair, feel his soft kisses on the top of her head, even though there was never anything romantic between them. The three year older boy were like her brother, a brother she could never lose. She couldn't even imagine a world without him.
During the past years, they had grown to become closer and closer, even though both of them kept secrets from each other. Dangerous secrets. Secrets that could kill if they weren't careful enough.
But as long as they kept them that way- as secrets- nothing bad would happen.
Nothing bad could happen, that would be the end of them both.
She was his drug; what kept him high, happy, sane even.
And he was her drug; what she needed to survive, something that she got addicted to and loved.
But drugs comes with side effects.
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daddy issues
Short Story"drugs comes with side effects" He was strong on the outside. But weak inside. She was weak at the outside. But strong inside. Based on the song 'daddy issues' by 'the neighburhood' Not finished. Words count:
