Emma moved her hand to the back of Zacky's neck, brushing her fingers through his hair. She loved this Zacky, the one who treated her like a girlfriend. "I love you, Zack," she whispered against his lips.
"You wanna know why I drink?" Matt asked. He was starting to get mad now, he always did when he talked about this. "Because when I'm drunk I don't have to watch my brothers die. I don't have to remember how terrified I was that I wasn't gonna come home to you."
"You wanna know why I drink?" Matt asked. He was starting to get mad now, he always did when he talked about this. "Because when I'm drunk I don't have to watch my brothers die. I don't have to remember how terrified I was that I wasn't gonna come home to you."
September 1st, 2015 at 01:35am