Luck of the Draw

That's the truth about making mistakes, about making wrong choices. You live with them, and if you're lucky you get enough perspective to see where you went astray. You figure out what you can do to repair the damage, and you figure out how to do better going forward.

the ribbon of laughter she lets out after sends a shot of heat straight to my dick.

Take it from me, Boy Scout,” she says, patting my chest gently again. “Sometimes, we get a lot more than we deserve.

For once, I’m okay being weak, at least for a little while.

Idea,” says Kit, raising a finger in the air. “No more apologizing between us? We’re okay. And you’re going to be okay.

But the past couple of weeks?” she says. “I’ve never seen you like that. I thought I knew your laugh, your smile. But I don’t think I really did, not until lately. So it wasn’t stupid. No matter how it turned out, it gave you something.

Under Aiden’s plan, the lodge will have to expanded considerably for counseling services offices.

But after a while, it wasn’t enough of an explanation. I didn’t have a phantom limb, after all. I had a phantom self.

I’d felt those two words like a punch to my face. That’s what I have, I’d thought. I have a phantom limb.

I'm not trying to be an asshole." "I'm not trying, but I'm succeeding. I can feel it coming off me like a bad smell. I've tried to sound placating, apologetic, but I know it hasn't come out that way. This is why I need to get out of here.

So many of my mistakes seem to be Hydra heads from that one crushing event, and mentioning it to Aiden -- and the tense moment of confrontation and confirmation that followed -- seemed to set off a fresh wave of rumination.

That’s the truth about making mistakes, about making the wrong choices. You live with them, and if you’re lucky you get enough perspective to see where you went astray. You figure out what you can do to repair the damage, and you figure out how to do better going forward.

a pair of gold-brown eyes staring up at me. Hell if I don’t think of her, laying something else on the line about herself, so she can save my ass again.

The same way I woke up on Sunday and hoped I hadn’t hurt that little girl’s feelings.

If Charlie feels even a quarter of what I felt over my brother, I hope something turns around for her, and soon.