Bronson
Seeing her standing up for my boy.
Fuck me.
Why the fuck had I done that to her?
It was something I would have to live with for the rest of my life. In shame.
But... I could get us past it.
I wasn’t afraid of fighting.
And I knew that the light that had often shown in her crystal baby blues would come back and shine its warmth on me.
After we had our frozen yogurt, we talked, but it wasn’t like before.
That was my fuck up.
And I would fix it.
Cole had just gotten in my truck after hugging Lila and thanking her for coming to the school.
I opened her door for her, and bent my head, and slowly, hoping she would let me do this, I pressed a kiss on her forehead, “I’m going to love you. I’m going to be your armor against this great big world. I love you.” I whispered.
I ran my fingers through her soft blonde hair, pleased as fuck when she didn’t slap my hand away.
I watched as she fought it.
The closing of her eyes, instead, she asked, “Why?”
“Cause you're my sunshine in a world where darkness refuses to stay away unless you're near.”
“Bronson,” she whispered.
“Don’t say it back. Don’t need you to. Just need you to know I’m going to fight. I’m going to grovel. And I’m going to get that fucking light back in your eyes that I extinguished.”
And with those words, I opened her door farther and gestured for her to get in.
“Be careful, yeah? I’ll be seeing you soon.” I said.
And then I watched as the woman who held the pieces of heart that didn’t belong to my kids drove away from me. I made promises and vows.
And come holy hell freaking water, I wasn’t going to break a single one.
Meanwhile....
Her’s Text Thread
Cole – Let him make this right. Please.
Madalyn – Please.
Cole – Do it for us.
Lila – I’ll think about it.
Lila
