I miss him.
I miss Marcus.
I miss Riot.
I miss them.
Pushing Riot away when Marcus died was an act of desperate self-preservation. I didn’t love him any less, didn’t blame him for Marcus’ death, but I couldn’t be with him and deal with the crushing weight of guilt that tore me down every single day.
So, I moved on. Or tried to, anyway.
Life, of course, pushed us back together.
I still don’t know if I’m strong enough to keep myself away from him. Or if I even want to.
Besides, something tells me life isn’t done trying to break me.