It wasn’t fair to pull her into that vortex, because I couldn’t be fixed. And Roxy was a fixer. She thought she could help me, I could see it in her eyes.
Maybe it was that brokenness inside of Bentley that I recognized and drew me to him, I didn’t know. I just remember thinkin’ how I wanted to know more about him. And I wanted to make him smile. Cause’ that boy never smiled.
I just can’t do it anymore. It’s too painful. It doesn’t mean I’m over you, it means I’m not going to waste the rest of my life being haunted by your memory.
I just can’t do it anymore. It’s too painful. It doesn’t mean I’m over you, it means I’m not going to waste the rest of my life being haunted by your memory.
I miss you Annabeth. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop thinkin’ about you. I think about you all the damn time.
I couldn’t control my heart as it thumped out of control in my chest, insistent on remindin’ me that it was still in there. That it was still beating. For damn Archer Beaufait.
With a heavy heart, I pulled out my own pocket knife, and carved three little words beneath Archer’s. A plea and a wish, in a form I could never take back. Return to me.
Roxy was my breath of fresh air. My soft place to land. She was home to me.
The longer we spent together, the more she discovered about me. The things I didn’t want her to know. The darkness and the anger and the pain.
She was trying to hide it, the pain I had caused her again. Because she knew how much those tears destroyed me.