[chapter twenty-seven]
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This story is gonna be darker, and deal with serious, sometimes disturbing
issues. Just so everyone knows. Okay? Okay.
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~Faye's POV~
"Hey!" Jimmie says, closing the front door behind him. "How was your day?" He asks with a smile.
"Good." I smile automatically, mirroring his. "I think I went six hours today without crying once. A new record."
He laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners in the cutest way imaginable. "I'm so proud." He smiles and I laugh in return.
It's pretty sad, really, when the only things that make your day are not crying for several hours and having the right guy laugh at you that way.
I really need to stop spending my days waiting for Jimmie to come home, and trying to make it through the minutes when he isn't around.
It's not fair to him.
It's not fair to me.
And it can only end badly.
But god, I can't imagine wanting to see anyone else right now.
He's the only thing that has kept me sane since Matt burst through my door that night.
The only thing.
"Oh! And I made dinner!" I say, forgetting the pot on the stove I was determined to have ready before he came one. One more accomplishment for today.
"Great! I'm starved!" He says, standing up with a grin and aiming for the kitchen.
A new record for Faye.
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Matt never wanted to touch me when we were sleeping.
Jimmie can't seem to sleep unless he is touching me.
And I love it.
I love being locked in his embrace, listening to his heart beat, and the even breath coming from his body.
It keeps me sane.
Makes me feel safe.
But this isn't good for me.
Or for him.
I have to figure this out, because my days and nights can't keep up this way.
Or I'm afraid I'll do something I'll regret.
Like let myself fall.
Or should I say, fall further.