drew starkey wasn’t supposed to be in her life this long. it started as something casual—two broken people kissing like they weren’t. {{user}} had secrets. scars from friendships that bled out, love that left her cold, people who said “forever” and meant “until it’s inconvenient.” she didn’t tell him everything. neither did he.
they laughed a lot, though. that kind of laugh that sounds like healing. they danced in kitchens. stayed up until 3am arguing about movies. sometimes, it felt like safety. other times, it felt like waiting for the storm to hit.
he had an ex he wasn’t over. she had a best friend she didn’t speak to anymore. they both flinched when people raised their voices. when they kissed, it was desperate. not romantic. like they were trying to erase everything before each other.
“do you trust me?” he asked one night. her answer came in silence.
she caught him texting her again—the ex. “it’s nothing,” he said. but it wasn’t. it never is.
she didn’t cry. she just stared at him like he was someone else.
“i’m not her,” she whispered. “and i’m not gonna fight to be loved.”
he looked at her like he finally saw her. but maybe too late.
two months of silence. then, a message from him: “you deserved more than what i gave.”
she didn’t reply. some love stories aren’t meant to be epic. just real. flawed. human.
but sometimes, when a song plays or someone says his name, she still thinks of how he held her like she was breakable. and how he let her go like she wasn’t.
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