#rosealbus

and they’re this big mess of “i love yous” and “i don’t give a fucks” and maybe they like leaving each other a bit more than normal, because you see that’s what they’re good at.

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she throws books at his head and calls him every curse word in the book and he smirks and eggs her on and really it’s no shock that their fucking each other at the end of the night, because that’s the way they are and their sexual tension rules them.

and as his hands roam over her thighs and his lips attack her neck she thinks about how wrong this is, but then his lips crash onto hers and she doesn’t really care anymore.

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they like to break each other and tear each other down and maybe that’s not really something normal couples do but it’s what they do because it works and maybe it’s all just a little fucked up, but they can’t care.

because if they start to care everything else will fall apart and they’ll fall apart and it’ll all just go to hell.

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his kisses are like fireworks and explosions and his hands are magic and he makes her feel all these emotions and it’s just so messed up because she knows this can’t go on. they can’t go on like this.

this isn’t a relationship, no matter how much she wants it to be, because he’s her cousin.

he’ll always be her cousin.

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they don’t end their relationship, even thought they both know they should. but still, their ending isn’t a happy one, because they’ll always be cousins, no matter what.

and no matter where they go, no matter how far they run, they can’t outrun blood lines.

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they go to france and they live in a flat over looking the city and they live, because that’s all they can do.