"Remember those roses that sit on his stairs?"
"Umm kinda. Why?"
"They are the fakes ones we gave him. The ones that said 'We will love you till the last one dies.'"
"Wow he still has those?"
"Yep. We were talking and he said 'You and Tory have always just loved me because of who I was. Not who I could be, or would be just me.'"
"Wow. I'm glad he finally sees that. I really do love every piece of that boy."
"I know. Me too. And he loves both of us."
"Eh."
"He does, just trust me on this. What you guys had and have nobody could ever take away."
I cried.
"I told him that we hate her."
"Good because I do."
"Yeah he tried to play it off like she really didn't do anything."
"That's such bullshit. She ever does that to him again I swear...I swear she will meet my fist and I don't care what trouble would come from it."
"Would you really?"
"Yes. I was taught growing to protect those we love and I can't sit by and watch him ever go through that again. It completely broke my heart watching."
The memories come rushing back.
"How was the beach?"
"Fine."
"Where were you the last week? I called you and texted and I got nothing."
"Oh...yeah. I just didn't feel like talking to people. I just...I didn't feel good."
"I understand but you had me worried sick. Don't do that again okay?"
"Yeah okay."
"Hey, you are amazing, and you help me with so much, and I wouldn't be here without you. And of course you are super hot."
"Ha. Yeah...thanks."
"No problem, just saying the truth."
He still asks her how I'm doing...and always worrying.
I love the hand print they have both left on my heart. It makes me smile and feel safe.
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