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And that is whyhis motives I didn’t question why he would insist that it was the only way for him to keep me safe

You’re an idiot, Myla, and your self-preservation is basically nonexistent, I repri at the horizon It’s so beautiful, almost as beautiful as the iven s of the perfect fairytale--a handso in a beautiful castle, and falling in love

"Fairytales don’t exist," I whisper into the salty air then turn around and swim back to shore

As I co on one of the chairs that are closest to the beach His eyes are covered with his sunglasses, but even through theaze onup and walking towardsthat the clothes I have on are the ones I just dove into the ocean wearing, dripping water everywhere

"We need to talk"

I round on hiive me a little bit of ti, but like always, when he wants to talk, we must talk, and now isn’t any different All that does is serve to piss me off further

"Stop" I hold up lasses off and his gaze drops to ain

"I never wanted this--any of this" I wave my hand around "I didn’t want my parents to die, I didn’t want my childhood to be blackened by someone I had trusted, and I didn’t ask to fall in love with a ive et back to you!" I screaain, but this time, I’m stopped when I’ heavily, his face inches frorowls

I push against his chest, wanting to get away

"What did you just say?!" he roars

My body stills, and I lean away fro my eyes