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Sadness leaks into his eyes. Logan.
“It’s different though. Because with Logan, our love was pure. Innocent. My love for you… it’s something else. It’s raw and filled with bumps and bruises. It’s built on grief and emotions. Our love is intense. It’s not fluffy or easy. It’s hard and demanding. It’s not something that I can survive without. Our love might not be perfect, it might have flaws, but it’s gritty. It’s real.”
He grabs a fistful of my soppy wet hair, knotting his fingers through it and pulling me against him. His lips slam against mine, and he inhales me. He breathes me in and I breathe him out. I taste his love and he tastes mine.
For the first time in my life, I’m thinking that I’ll be okay. With Jackson by my side, and Wesley in the other room, I think I’ll be just fine.
* * *
A month later,I sit in the back woods near our home. I can hear the water break along the creek nearby as I sit on a rock near Daniella’s grave. Hugo and Easton buried her here a week after we got home. I come out here often, telling her about my days. We didn’t know each other well, but I feel like she’ll always have a piece of me. We both broke in that dark room.
The difference is, I found my way back home. She never had the chance.
“I miss you, you know. You would have loved it here. Its peaceful and quiet. You could have finished school and made a life here. Been our family.” I brush the dirt off the homemade headstone we made of beautiful rocks we found on the property. “Thank you. For helping me in there. It might seem like you didn’t do anything, but you kept me alive. I couldn’t have made it there without you.”
“Hey, you ready?” Jackson says from the tree line. He doesn’t like me wandering off alone anymore. He’s always nearby. He also installed a security system along our property, always watching and making sure we’re safe. He’s overprotective like that.
I stand up, brushing the dirt off my butt. Glancing one more time at Daniella, I whisper. “I’ll see you later, Daniella.”
I walk up to Jackson. He holds his hand out to me, and when I place my hand in his, he pulls me down to give me a kiss. “You good?” Wesley sits in his lap, squirming now more than ever. He wants to be constantly on the move, always trying to get into anything he sees.
I smile at him sincerely. Reaching down, I pick up Wesley and give him a kiss on the cheek. “Yeah, Jax. I’m good.”
