We found ourselves on a hill overlooking the sound of the ocean and the rocks kissing each other like tomorrow would never come. "Fuck me," she held her vomit right back from her teeth like it was biting back for all the times she had lied to her own mind. I couldn't stand the way she watched herself, all drunk and wishing for a memory, because I pushed my self off the upper story balcony so that I could be better for her someday. Odds were that she wouldn't be marked for or against their wandering forfeits, but "how old are you?" was the same as asking "what's your name?"
I'll never stop loving you.
I'll love you until the second that I die.
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