"Trystan, I need to go to the precinct to lay charges against Henry. I will do it for you because you've been hurt enough but I will do it for me because I'm tired of running. I'm tired of giving my life up to run from some stupid prick. There's still a lot more you'll get to know about me and my past, but I want to stay so I can tell you about it. I want to stay so I can share my good and bad with you. I want to share everything with you. You don't know it either Trystan but you dried my tears, silenced my fears, braved my demons to break my walls and through it all... I fell in love with you too. But just love me slowly. I want it to last..."
"It's not made to run out my dear..."
As I make my way over to Trystan's car to drive away from the cemetery I realize that I've never had it good. Trystan has never had it good either. Life dealt us both a shitty hand from a very young age, but it could always have been worse and I'm incredibly thankful it wasn't. I'm thankful that it broke us so much that we're still alive to tell the tale. It's still a good day no matter how bad, because it could always have been worse...
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RomanceYou don't know yet, but you became my cocaine, my vodka shots, my walk of shame, my bloodied wrists, the joint between my lips, the kisses on my fingertips... You became my Addiction. * * * Just because it hurts d...
