To Love Maddenly

To Love Maddenly

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"I hate my name." She whispers. I pull back, looking at her in surprise. "What?" She looks up at me, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy. "Maddenly," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I hate it. I sometimes think it's like some sort of prophecy...Maddenly...like I'm meant to live up to it. Like I'm meant to go mad." My heart breaks for her, for the pain and fear that's been building inside her. I take her face in my hands, wiping away her tears with my thumbs. "You're not going mad," I tell her, my voice firm. "You're strong, Maddenly. You're resilient. And I'm here for you, no matter what." She looks up at me, her eyes searching mine, and for a moment, I think she might believe me. But then she just shakes her head, and the tears start flowing again. I pull her back into my arms, holding her tight as she cries, trying to absorb some of her pain, trying to be her rock in this moment.
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Here she is. I can see the slope of her spine through that thin shirt. She's made of angles I ache to smooth with a hand, but I'd use my lips if she asked. I brush her knuckles with mine. Her skin is cold, but she flips her palm for more contact. I lace our fingers. It's enough to make her look at me. As those kaleidoscopic eyes meet mine, I hold my breath. Then she sets her lips just under my jaw. It rips the air from my lungs. It's the softest thing I've ever felt. "What was that for," I breathe. She pulls back, lashes damp, and whispers, "You're the kind of person that should be kissed." 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 BOOK TWO C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ mature content ❤︎ romance & friendship ❤︎ yearning Copyright © 2021-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. Cover art: me © All Rights Reserved

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