-Hope-
It was just so unfair! Phoenix wanted me. I knew that. He had wanted me from the moment my mark had woken him from his coma. He had tried staying away from me because he saw himself as dangerous to me. He saw himself as a curse, but I knew that in his heart, he really wanted to be with me. I knew he craved to be close to me, just as I craved to be close to him.
We wanted each other, but it was not Phoenix’s fault that he wasn’t good with intimacy or that he had these nightmares that made him forget where he was or who he was with.
It was them. It was Connor too. It was every damn i***t and cruel and sadistic person who had ever had their hands on Phoenix, but something had survived. I could see it.
He wouldn’t be trying to make up with me if some small part of him hadn’t survive
