Thread: What Do You Fear? [randomname98766789 and Amaranthine]

Bryce was right - from here there was no place to go other than forwards, where they could work for the future that they deserved together instead of being upset over could have beens and past mistakes - the biggest past mistake being not acting on their feelings much, much sooner than today. He said he would never leave her and she leaned in to kiss him. Her hand moved to his face and he back of her knuckles stroked against his cheek in a feather-like touch and the closeness between them filled Alicia with a warmth she never thought she would feel, not after how she had watched him with other women in the all the ways that she had wanted. She'd never wanted anyone else, just him, but how was she supposed to say anything when speaking up could have cost her the most important person in her life? No one's ever been better than you Bryce, she said as her thumb took over the gentle caresses of his cheek. She was truly being honest with him with the mos important part of her life and it felt like a weight was lifted off of her shoulders, every second she felt more and more right . This was right, more right than anything that had ever gone on in her life before today. She could touch him without feeling like she was living a lie now, and she now knew that every last caress and fleeting touch would be wanted. I... I've only ever had eyes for you, but I didn't know how to tell you without risking what we had. I'm so glad that I took that chance, I've never been able to picture a life that didn't have you by my side. ------- It's not that nothing was ever her fault, it was that she just couldn't take the blame for shit. She never could. She knew she was the one who fucked up everything she touched like poison seeped from her skin but god be damned if anyone tried to tell her just that. It wasn't good, wasn't healthy but what about her was? Anna was a walking disaster and had been since she was young, and she had the fuckin' right to be after the shit she endured as a kid and in to her teenaged years. Okay, maybe that wasn't quite true. No one had the right to be a piece of shit addict but that had never stopped her and it still made sense for her. No one goes through childhood abuse and walks away unscathed, and it came as no surprise when she first turned to weed then the bottle and then much, much harder stuff at least she graduated high school before smack became her best friend and most intimate lover, she had told her mother at twenty, when she saw the bitch for the first time in seven years. She hadn't been sober a day in her life since she was sixteen damn it she really didn't want to - especially with him of all people beside her. She hated the memories. Hated his tongue and the way he wasn't afraid to call her out on her shit. Hated the way she'd fucked someone else after talking to her mama that day and even though their relationship was terrible, hated that having him around was a reminder that everything was her fault and they both knew it. Don't act like that, Anna hissed back. You have no fucking clue what shit I go through. Of course I wanted you to be okay, sorry that acting worried was never my top priority. Worrying never had been a priority of hers, at least not for anyone but herself and maybe that came off like she just didn't care at all but that was just how it was.