Charlotte Rixon

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an addiction, the same as all the others. Just less honest, perhaps.

It depicts a man on a surfboard, cresting the most impossibly high wave, with the words: What if your fears and dreams existed in the same place?

At least he tried. It’s all you can do. Throw your best efforts out into the world and see which of them take off.

She tilts her face towards his and he kisses her, the sensation so overwhelming it leaves him light-headed. His arms are around her waist and he feels his knees go weak with it, and his brain closes down and there’s no thoughts anymore, no muddled-up, messed-up, over-anxious thoughts, there’s only the feeling of her body against his, and the knowledge that he wants her, utterly and completely, and that he may do forever.

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just around the corner.

around the corner.

around the corner.

She sees it all unfurling ahead of her: a life that will begin and end with this boy. This stupid, frustrating boy who somehow, without her even noticing, has buried himself deep within her, and from whom she will never be able to separate herself completely, no matter how long she lives, or how hard she tries, or how many Justins put their arms around her and tell her she’s special.