5: to staying brave through the floods (raise a glass!)
A/N: Chapter five! Keefe pov and heβs literally sitting there being sad or whatever <3 as he should
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Keefe lays on his bed with his arms behind his head and wants so hard it hurts.
It begins in his head, with the memories. (βIβm going to marry you someday.β βNo, youβre not.β) and spreads like disease, like wildfire. The longing, that isβ most likely for the impossible, even though he canβt quite put his finger on the cause.
It reaches his throat and the heart bobbing every time he swallows, beating too fast to be normal, reaching across his lungs and compressing them into a fist, sending tsunamis of hurt across his stomach. Jagged glass lodges itself in his sides, and it feels like nostalgia.
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