#Chapter92
/"My mom told me from a young age that the person I would spend my life with would ride the back of chaos. That they would be messy and wild, trapped in the centre of their own tornado. She said that loving this person would be like loving the sea; there would be calm days and then there would be storms. She said more. It doesn't matter. I didn't believe in any of that until I met you./"
I swallowed hard. Messy, wild and chaotic. I guessed they could apply to me, but then again, they could have applied to most people. Everyone was screwy. Each and every one of us.
We were all such messy, broken creatures and we carried our damage with us, building armour out of razor blades.
