Swell (Complete)

Chapter Thirty-Five

"I swear it, on my heart you know I wear it on my sleeve,
For everyone to see that I am yours
And you belong to me."

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It didn't matter if she knew who was really sending the messages, so long as she was getting them.
Adora needed to know how loved she was, especially when it seemed she was surrounding herself with traitors.

I had an internal struggle that was ripping my lungs apart in my rib-cage.
I wanted to be with her every minute, every moment, but I knew that was impossible.
Even if she was mine alone, she wouldn't share showers or toilet breaks, and I wasn't wicked enough to make her.
I was wicked enough to make sure she was paying for our separation, reminding her whenever I could that we were alone, together.
I was here without her, and she was there without me.
It was getting closer though, and I was getting more certain, and more dedicated to her.

At the end of semester dance, she would realise I was the only one who could ever love her as much as she deserved.
By the end of the dance, she would never want to leave me.