And then you write about all the ways he makes you laugh. All the ways he makes you blush and fly. All the ways he makes you feel safe and protected.
Sometimes the wrong guy is a part of your soul.
He’s made of whatever it is that your soul is made of.
And so you have to choose him.
You have to choose him because it’s not a choice.
It’s not a competition. It’s destiny.
It’s fate.
It’s written not only in your hatesick diaries but in the sky. That he turned bright on the night you met.
Nothis ex-best friend.
Never ever his ex-best friend.
Not to mention, I understand that I can’t tell any of this to him. Because he’ll leave. Because he thinks I should be with the right guy and not the guy I want to be with.
And I can’t let him.
I’ve only just found him. I’m not going to let him go.
So I lie under him as he fucks me like a boy obsessed, and I fuck him back as a girl obsessed too.
A girl with a secret.
And it is that I’m never ever letting him go. Even when he leaves, he’ll stay in my heart.
Because he isn’t the only one who’s sick.
I am too.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-FIVE
Who: The Bubblegum
Where: Jupiter’s bedroom
When: 4:01 AM; the night when Echo becomes Reign’s
Dear Bandit,
I am sick.
I’ve been sick for six years now. But it’s not the kind of sickness I thought I had.
I’m not sick with hate.
I’m sick with the opposite of hate.
Anti-hate.
I’m sick with love.
~Echo.