That’s the route out of this, is it. Izzy isn’t sure what’s worse, his disappointment in the loss of a legend or the self loathing that follows when he realises that’s what he thought of first.
So fucking pathetic.
But if she wants freedom from the weight of that future…why want him around at all. All he’s ever done is dangle a thrilling future and attempt to grind her down to see her spring back stronger. That’s how it works. That’s how legends are made. How Blackbeard was made. Oh god.
Darcy isn’t Edward. Izzy can not make Darcy into Edward.
Fucking hell, that’s what he’d been doing, isn’t it. The thoughts are so very visible as they work across his face.
“Alright then. If you’re sure.”
He skips the second gin for the tequila. No salt. No lime.
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That’s the route out of this, is it. Izzy isn’t sure what’s worse, his disappointment in the loss of a legend or the self loathing that follows when he realises that’s what he thought of first.
So fucking pathetic.
But if she wants freedom from the weight of that future…why want him around at all. All he’s ever done is dangle a thrilling future and attempt to grind her down to see her spring back stronger. That’s how it works. That’s how legends are made. How Blackbeard was made. Oh god.
Darcy isn’t Edward. Izzy can not make Darcy into Edward.
Fucking hell, that’s what he’d been doing, isn’t it. The thoughts are so very visible as they work across his face.
“Alright then. If you’re sure.”
He skips the second gin for the tequila. No salt. No lime.