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Esme
Ryker could write a novel about this girl. But he never will. He could use a whole chapter just to talk about her eyes. But he never will.
She is the sun that comes after his thunder storm, the soft hands that patch the wounds, and the light voice that makes him think that deep down somewhere inside he is not who he thinks he is.
She’s always been on his mind, from the moment he saw her across the room. Whether it was when he was trying to get in her pants, or when he realized she was the easiest person to talk to, or when they’ve spent days not talking because he’s done something to upset her though they can never go long.
He’s well aware of the hurt he causes her, does that make it worse? He knows she deserves more than his pain, more than him.. better than him. But he isn’t ready to fully let go of her, so he’ll holder her tightly with one hand while the other pushes her away.
