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alcohol and tobacco, his scent still lingered. Warm, rich and
earthy…
I didn’t know when it happened or why I didn’t realize it
until now, but Maddox’s familiar scent brought me comfort.
I curled into his side; our fingers still intertwined. He
needed me; he needed his friend. “I’m not leaving. Pinky
swear.”
Maddox was bad.
There was a boy once, a boy just like him, who ruined
me and left me scarred.
Maddox was everything I stayed away from; he was
everything I didn’t need in my life.
I told myself… never again. I’d never let myself be weak
around men like Maddox.
But no matter how much I tried to walk away, to put
distance between us, to somehow end this friendship… he
wouldn’t let go.
He was bad. He smoked, he was too hasty about life, he
liked to break the law, he broke girls like me – he left a trail
of shattered hearts behind him, and he didn’t care about
anything. I thought… maybe it was because no one taught
him how to care for another human being.
I saw a few glimpses of the Maddox he tried to hide from
everyone, the Maddox who just wanted his parents’
approval – that Maddox was starving for attention.
There were a hundred reasons why he was bad for me.
But all those reasons became insignificant when I
realized he didn’t want to hurt me. At first, I was skeptical.
I was waiting for Maddox to do what he was best at – break
hearts.
But he didn’t.
Weeks went by.
Two months passed.
I realized Maddox Coulter was a little bit ruined, a little
bit messy, a little bit broken -- a beautiful disaster.
Like me.