darling • c.h. [bk 1]

tria

Dear darling

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You were a recovering alcoholic

You had started drinking because of the loss of your beloved sister

You told the group that you loved her so much

That she was your best friend

That she had the most beautiful voice

But then you came up to me, and told me that I sounded like an angel

I laughed and walked away, not expecting you to follow, but you did

Damn you because you did

You fucking followed me

And I guess that's when I started to fall for you

Because you cared when no one had before

I was there for the many lines on my skin, and the bones protruding

You told me I was beautiful

You also said you'd say it everyday until I believed it

And I started to believe it

Damn you Cal, because I believed you

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yours truly - nicole