Patrick feely
"I love you" She didn't stop. It was uncontrollable now. Crying and speaking without stopping about how much he hates, he stirred his hands, probably pulling small pieces of skin around his nails, as he always did when he was anxious. *My God, I'm so bad.* "Do you know that I can't even bathe?" She sobbed. "Because that means I have to take my clothes and look in the mirror. That's how pathetic I am. I can't even take a damn bath." "I love you" I repeated. "Stop saying that!" The rain fell hard on us in the middle of the street. It was night and I was taking her home after a party at Hughie's house. She was drunk, that was obvious, but me too. I mean, much less, but I was still a little drunk, desperate, *I was *. "I speak seriously, love."
About Patrick feely
"I love you" She didn't stop. It was uncontrollable now. Crying and speaking without stopping about how much he hates, he stirred his hands, probably pulling small pieces of skin around his nails, as he always did when he was anxious. *My God, I'm so bad.* "Do you know that I can't even bathe?" She sobbed. "Because that means I have to tak...Read more