Page 190 of Bona Fide

But why is it that I’d take whatever as long as he was attached to my life?

“I promise,” I chant. He gives me a weak smirk as he begins to walk back towards the door. Turning the knob, he begins to open it, but I lunge in his direction.

“Yank.” He stops, and a shattered exhale escapes his lips.

“Yeah?”

“Promise me...that you’ll be okay.” Another feeble smirk reappears on his beautiful face.

“I can’t, baby. You’re not with me. Nor will you ever be.” He yanks the door open and disappears behind it, softly letting it click behind him.

I can feel his words and ugly facts cut into my soul.

He’s right. Because in our heads we’re so much more that no one will ever see, and we’re dangerous when put together.

Something that will leave casualties.

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