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"Stop it, summer."
I stopped in my tracks abruptly, I've been so mentally exhausted. I didn't have the energy to continue the forever battle of getting away from sawyer.
"Why" I asked... tears leaking down my face and down my chin.
" Summer, why are you always such a pushover."
"Why does it matter to you sawyer, who keeps telling you to get involved?"
"I don't care summer. Start sticking up for yourself, or I will do it for you. Every single time."
He was closer now, directly behind me. It's asif I could feel the small wind from his fingers twitching. Having an inside battle on weather to reach onto me or not.
"Why sawyer, you've been pushing yourself into my life and I want you out."
"Why don't you understand me summer? Those fuckers are messing with something that's mine. I won't sit and allow it."
"Who the hell is yours?"
"You summer. You are mine."
He reached out now, gripping the back of my hair and yanking my back onto his chest. It hurt, my scalp was burning. But it was comforting , how close he wanted to be to me. The fire from my scalp spread over my body like a blanket.
Sawyer miles has always loved summer. He loved everything about the hot sun and the endless woody possibilities.
Summer kikey was not summer, she was winter. But he loved her too. Loved her in a weird way you would love a family heirloom. Loved her unconditionally and inconsideratly. Loved her so much, that it was too much for her and himself. Loved her enough for the both of them.
Summer didn't see sawyer this was, she always saw sawyer as an embodiment of too close to home. She knew sawyer is too close to her disaster. He's too close to the cliff and she's not ready to dive just yet. But as hate and love are of the same coin, summer finds her need in sawyer.
But is it enough, will it ever be enough?