💘 mickey
after oswald, she thought her heart was dried out. there was one person she loved, one person, and she had fulfilled her quota of being vulnerable. of being wanted, and cared for, and held. then, she met mickey, oh, the infamous mickey. she could understand his brother’s disdain. he was a dickhead. but when she met his eyes, there was something that made it hard to look away. there was an intensity between the two, and despite the fact he was her ex’s brother, who happened to despise mickey, she was drawn in. there wasn’t time to feel guilty between the touching and kissing. so now she was here, the early morning rays beaming through the curtains, dancing across the bare back of the boy beside her, and she could only think of one thing: oh, fuck. not again.
