Jun 11, 2019
And I knew she was mine, mine without the ceremony, mine without the tux. She’d been mine the minute she walked into my club. And now she had my name. A name that used to cause me shame. That now held scars I refused to forget, and a name that held my future, one where the darkness didn’t stay forever, one where light always came, in the morning and in her arms.
read in 2019 — debase, rachel van dyken.