𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑹 𝑰 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑹
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐈 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘

The worst part about all of this, though, wasn't the love, or the fact that it was Daisy, the person I was supposed to hate, no. It was the fact that even though my entire body and soul loved her more than words could ever be described, Daisy would never love me back. She told me herself that she'd never love someone at this age. But if I had to wait years for Daisy to love me, I would. That's how much I loved her. I'd sacrifice everything for this girl, because I loved her.

I love you, Daisy. I love you, I love you, I love you. I could repeat those words in my head for days with no end, and they'd never get old. Just like loving Daisy would never get old. Saying those words felt like a fresh dip in the ocean, or the satisfying sound of a crisp can opening, or the breeze I'd feel when holding tightly onto her as we drove down the coast on her dad's motorcycle. Those words - those three words felt like a death wish, but the best type of one. The type of one that even though you might regret it in the future, you'll forever hold them in your heart like a precious memory. Daisy was a precious memory.

My precious memory.

( conrad fisher x fem!oc )
[ season one - tbd ]