Patch had the money, but I’d told him I could take care of myself.
I’d told him to get out of my life. What did it say about me if I ran
back to him the moment I hit trouble? It was admitting he’d been
right all along.
It was admitting I needed him.
I’d told him to get out of my life. What did it say about me if I ran
back to him the moment I hit trouble? It was admitting he’d been
right all along.
It was admitting I needed him.
“
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Nora, Crescendo by Becca Fitzpatrick. (via booksasdfghj) |
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