#😌 em this lived rent free in my mind ever since

[princington]

"That strike was meant for a head," she muses, "but it wasn't meant for my head."

Beatrice twists her feet against the ground, settles her shoulders back, assumes a resting posture. "No," she confirms, because it's the truth, because since leaving Rome she hasn't been able to lie to Ava about anything, because she'd reached up to grab a hand and it hadn't been Ava reaching back, "it wasn't."

teach me to love chapter 5 by @birgittesilverbae