#Chapter284
/"Stop organizing my fucking life for me and smoothing over the fact that this is NOT okay. This is beyond not okay; far, far, far, from O Fucking K./" I push his hands off and curl up into a ball in the corner of the couch. Being my cute, little spit ball, difficult Sophie, self, that used to be a much more common presence and not for the first time I wonder why he ever stuck around back then. /"Just let me breathe./"
I was like this a hell of a whole lot more when I was moving on from my past and like he’s being now… Arry stayed patient with me.
