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“So… do you believe in fate?”
“Dunno…”
“That’s not an answer, dumbass!”
“Well, shit, it seems like a real answer to me!”
“Well, it’s not.”
“So what do you think a real answer is, babe?”
“That’s cheating,” Allison complains, but snuggle against your chest anyway, “I don’t believe in that shit. What do you mean that everything in my life has been determined since the beginning? That sucks, I want to do my own things, you know?”
Yeah, you know. But you don’t answer that. Instead, you kiss her forehead because she thinks that’s corny but loves it anyway. And she says how she loves when you make her feel like a princess and shit.
She likes when you shut up too, you are nicer that way she says. And you know it’s true,
You are not a nice person, let alone a good person.
But you like her, fuck it, you love her.
And she…
Yeah, she’s too good for you and you know that. Too smart, too pretty, too everything good, even when she acts like a bitch nevermind.
Maybe that’s the fate Allison talks about, and you think that’s kinda sad.
She always comes back to you when she shouldn't. Like fighting her destiny to get something someone better than you.
You wonder if there’s any way to break it. But you don’t let that thought sink, you don’t want her to leave. Because you’re selfish and still think you deserve good things in your life. Even when you are kinda a lost cause, irremediable from birth as dear daddy used to say.
You love how her hair smells and her laugh.
You like her anger, fierceness and passion.
You love Allison way too much.
You'd rather die before it is too late for her to run.