can't see for all the stars in my eyes

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“You DO want to marry me? That’s news to me, Stella. Considering.” Harsh words but he’s still reeling from this rejection. It’s always something. This is his life. Abusive ex. Current woman he loves just shunning him and here they are. Standing around talking about it as if it’ll make any difference? Landon’s not that stupid to think it’ll go back to normal.

Maybe he should have listened to her then. About ditching her last fiancé? Oh yeah probably a tell tale sign what a fool he was to think he’d be any different. “Well, I guess I should thank you for not stringing me along and leaving me at the altar like your last one. Right?” Landon paused to sip his coffee. Black as his fucking soul feels right now. All the light is out of him today. Hell this entire week! Why is he so hellbent on letting her back in here to give him excuses when he deserves someone who won’t run at the drop of a hat. “Meant it… the fact you need time to even mean it… you know, Stella, I was an idiot to ask.”

The director shook his head. Stella is probably the one person he thought would be it for him. After everything she became a life preserver, keeping his head afloat this entire tabloid mess and lies. She didn’t believe Emeline. She believed him and that was enough for him to feel they’d be end game. Doesn’t work that way in real life as it does in movies, Lando. “A chance?” he echoed, caught off by that. “Stella, I don’t get it. You told me no. Admit you’d run if you said it too soon. What chance is this?” @packagecfgirlyevil // prev

"I grew up incredibly privileged," she acknowledged, "and seeing my parents, and how in love they were - it was all I wanted. A fairy tale ending, just like theirs. But then my dad died, and I had to watch my mom try and pull herself together to take care of Al and I all on her own. She lost the love of her life when I was seven, and I watched some of her light and happiness go with it."

She'd never been so open with why she ran from things, what made her so scared. She never went on motorcycles, and she was left with a constant fear that if she had what her mom had - that true happiness that only comes from someone knowing all of you - that it would be ripped away from her too.

"I'm terrified of that, okay? I'm scared that we could have everything, have the world at our feet and the happiest years of our lives, and then I'll lose you anyways. For a stupid accident, or some random event - and so I push, and I run, because at least then I control how I lose you. But I don't want to." She let out a deep breath, trying to keep the tears from falling from the corner of her eyes. "I'd rather have an incredible decade with you and a lifetime of mourning than nothing at all, okay? And it's stupid and it's naive and it's juvenile and it's selfish but there. That's why I ran, okay?"

Right?

Maybe it ticked him off a little bit, hearing that the father wasn't in the picture, because Merrick could be in a better place. She wouldn't have to be living here, and she wouldn't have to be forced to pick a house just a few doors down away from her family. If he was in the picture, that could mean a better life for Merrick and her son.

One that Jody himself couldn't give her.

He supposed he was projecting, but the boy has always been act first, think second, and that sort of strategy has worked out far too many times on the turf for him to be wary now that he was out of it. And Merrick—he has never really watched his words with her, and no matter how much distance between them or time passed, he wouldn't start.

He bit his lip, waiting for a few seconds before finally saying, "Don't you think that's kind of unfair to him? Lucas's dad, I mean." It was almost like he knew he was saying something wrong, but he kept his gaze on Merrick. He shrugged. "And... I mean, I don't know your son but maybe you're setting him up to not have a good relationship with his dad by keeping them apart from each other."

"He's yours."

The words came out sharper than she'd ever wanted, and she knew as soon as she said it there was no way she could take it back. But she could feel her blood boiling, the one worry she'd had more than any other thrown in her face.

"Are you happy? Is that what you want to hear? You left for college, and I never begrudged you that. I never asked you for anything. But you can't just come and assume - do you think I haven't done everything I can to make sure he has the best life? What am I supposed to do, Jody? Track you down through your agent? Ask you to pay child support when I don't need your money?" She scoffed, folding her arms across her chest - in all the ways she envisioned this, it was never like this.

"My son has a mother, and an aunt, and grandparents, and friends - he has all the family he needs. If he needed a father, I would have told you. But he doesn't. And you have an entirely different life that isn't meant for children right now, that isn't meant for an obligation like this. I did what I did for both of you - for you to get everything you wanted, and to keep Lucas happy. So don't ever say I'm hurting him, because you know nothing about what it takes to be a parent."

When he sees her his breath catches in his throat. There were very few people he would be thrilled to see after a red eye flight but she was at the very top of the list. Being back home was weird. It felt like he clawed his way out kicking and screaming and when his siblings got out he vowed to no longer clean up his parents messes. That lasted all of maybe two years and now his father is getting dragged off to prison... again, and somebody needs to make sure his mom doesn't go off the deep end.

"As if I'd ever allow that," she scoffs, embracing him as tightly as she can, "but you can buy me breakfast to make up for this absurd flight hour - what time do you need to be home for your mom, so we can make sure you're there?"