𝘉𝘌𝘊𝘊𝘈.

⠀he looks down at me like he sees me. like he knows me. like if i handed him my fragile heart, he’d treat it with tender kindness.

her eyes and the anger dissipated. Like it 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 did. His voice cracked when he spoke again, thick with emotion that bubbled 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 beneath the surface. A thumb stroking absently against her cheekbone. “I promised to keep yer safe ‘n I failed.”

❝ alright, deal ❞ chasing her touch for a moment while it lasted, arms gently wrapping around her waist - bringing her closer ❝ i don’t wanna loose you again, becca. .i can’t ❞

leaning into her touch, eyes closing - hand gently resting on her wrist. she was the only person he let his guard down around ❝ barely. . ❞

❝ a lot of shit happened, it’s a long story. . ❞ a story he didn’t really want to tell becca, not now at least. .