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2025-06-07 19:00:15
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Never Mine To Love A Text.
River's POV.Sunlight poured through the kitchen window like it didn’t know last night had been a mess. It slipped over the counter, golden and too cheerful for my mood. The kitchen smelled like vanilla, butter, and something slightly burning.Ethan was already up, moving around the kitchen like a man on a mission. He hummed some old love song under his breath, probably something from the 80s, and flipped pancakes like a showoff. He wore a sleep shirt that came down to his thighs and said Resting Brunch Face in sparkly letters.It was way too early for that much sparkle.He did a little spin in front of the stove, flipping a pancake high into the air like he’d been practicing in secret.“Do not burn down the kitchen,” I said, squinting at him through half-awake eyes.“I would never,” he said, eyes wide with mock offense. “You wound me.”I rolled mine and opened a cabinet, reaching for a mug. The smell of coffee was already in the air, rich and warm and comforting, and I decided maybe
Never Mine To Love Popsicles And Popcorns.
River's POV.Ethan's wet hair flopped over his forehead, sticking to his skin in dark, shiny strands. He blinked at us, confused and dripping, like we were the ones who had burst into his life uninvited. Water rolled down his chin, slid across his bare shoulders, and disappeared under the edge of a towel that looked about one sneeze away from giving up.“River!” he gasped, stumbling back a step. His voice was a mix of shock, guilt, and that same dramatic flair he’d never grown out of. “You—you can't just walk in! What is wrong with you?!”“I live here!” I said, flinging a hand up to shield my eyes. Not that it helped. That image was burned in. “You don’t!”“I do now!”“What?”“I moved in!”I squinted at him like I’d heard wrong. “Since when?!”He flung a damp hand toward the duffle bag lying in the middle of the living room like a wounded animal that had dragged itself to the couch to die. “Since twenty minutes ago!”I blinked. My brain tried to catch up. “You moved in while showering
Never Mine To Love Dancing Naked.
River’s POVWeeks passed.Not quietly. Not smoothly.Elliot got better faster than we all thought he would. The burns weren’t as deep as we feared. It was mostly the smoke that messed him up. He was tough—stubborn in that way that made people shake their heads but still smile.Every time someone tried to help him, he’d roll his eyes like they were being dramatic. “I’m fine. Stop hovering,” he kept saying. Like he’d brushed off a cold instead of being pulled out of a fire.Two weeks later, the hospital sent him home. Olivia brought him to Daniel’s house, and somehow, without anyone saying much, she and Luciana started staying there too.“Just for a while,” Daniel had told someone once. I wasn’t sure who. Maybe himself.And Daniel?Daniel stopped everything.He didn’t text. Didn’t call. Didn’t wave or smile when we passed in the school halls. He didn’t even look at me. Like I’d been erased. Like whatever had happened between us was just a dream I’d made up.Only, I hadn’t.I still felt
Never Mine To Love Voices in my head.
River's Pov.I stood there for a long time. Maybe minutes. Maybe longer. I wasn’t sure. The world felt far away. My hands were cold, the tips of my fingers stiff. My breath came out white in the air, curling around me like smoke.But I didn’t feel it.Not the cold.Not the tightness in my chest.Not even the shaking that had started somewhere deep inside me and wouldn’t stop.I just stood there and watched the ambulance drive away. Red lights flashing, tires crunching over gravel, the sound of the engine low and steady. Like it knew where it was going. Like it had done this before. Like this was routine.But it wasn’t routine for me.Daniel had climbed into the back without a word, his face pale and drawn. Olivia followed with Luciana who was sobbing, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. She looked back once—at the cabin, I think, not at me.Elliot had been already inside. A thin mask over his face. Tubes. Straps. Blankets pulled up to his chin. He looked small in that big ambulan
Never Mine To Love How To Breathe.
Daniel’s POV.River and I ran through the trees, feet slipping on loose rocks, breath coming out in short, painful gasps. My heart was racing, my chest tight.The smoke hit me first.Everything stopped around me.The world fell away.The cabin was on fire.Bright, violent flames swallowed the back half. Orange and red flickered high into the sky. Smoke was thick, black, and rolling poured from the broken windows. Part of the porch had already caved in..People were shouting.Firefighters ran back and forth, dragging hoses across the grass. One called into a radio. Another waved someone over, yelling something about pressure. It didn't feel Real.Like it was all a bad nightmare I turned in circles, searching the crowd. Faces blurred past. Smoke stung my eyes.Elliot!My eyes spotted him, he was on a stretcher.Covered in ash, skin smudged with dirt. There was a mask over his face, and an EMT was pressing it tight, talking quickly to someone I couldn’t see.But his eyes were open.Ba
Never Mine To Love House On Fire.
River's Pov.The fire had died down hours ago.Dinner had turned into dessert—two kinds of pie, a tray of brownies, and someone’s lumpy attempt at homemade fudge that still disappeared because no one wanted to hurt Aunt Lydia’s feelings. After dessert came games.The loud, silly kind only families can get away with—charades that turned into full-blown performances, two truths and a lie that had Uncle Ben confessing he once dated a soap opera star, and guess-that-uncle stories where everyone roasted each other with the kind of love that only came after years of shared holidays and weird traditions.Laughter filled the cabin. Someone nearly fell off their chair from laughing too hard, and someone else was doubled over on the floor, wheezing about the “moose opera” impression that would go down in family history.I smiled and played along. I even laughed until my stomach hurt.But when the third round of impersonations came around, someone mimicking a singing moose with way too much com
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