Free When Faults Collide (Faultlines #1) by Claire Granger Page A

attachments and relationships in my life that meeting Mr. Green Eyes wouldn’t have thrown me for such an emotional loop?
          
*Sigh* Maybe it’s pointless to even talk about, because I will *never* know what it’s like to have had a normal childhood
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My childhood, with every fucked up layer, is what led me here. It’s who I am — despite what Mr. Green Eyes says
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And despite what my therapist says, I think that living in survival mode has suited me fine. But I don’t think it’s more than that. And, if I’m being honest with myself, I’m not certain I can do much more than simply survive
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I guess only time will tell
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    xoxo, Asha
    I minimized Blogger and checked to see if Blake emailed me feedback on the mock ups I sent over to him that morning.
    Seeing that I had no response, I went downstairs to make a latte. There was always time for a latte.
    I turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs to head into the kitchen when I heard sniffling. I rushed into the kitchen to findLily sitting on the floor crying.
    I rushed to her side immediately. “Oh my God, Lily! What’s wrong?”
    Her head was sitting on her knees. She lifted her head slowly, her big brown eyes looking so sad and scared, and brushed her bouncy blonde curls out of the way before she sniffed.
    “I got Eliza. In
My Fair Lady
. I got Eliza Doolittle,” she said, sniffing again.
    “Oh my God, Lils! That’s wonderful! Then why are you crying?” I questioned, searching her eyes hoping to find the answer.
    Her lip trembled. “So I went to Tom’s to tell him first, obviously. And you won’t believe what he did.”
    I couldn’t imagine Tom ever being cruel to Lily, so I really had no idea what she was talking about. “What did he do?”
    Tears flowed freely down her face, and she lowered her legs so she was sitting cross-legged and turned to look at me.
    “The bastard proposed!” she exclaimed before melting into another sob.
    “And this is cry-worthy, why?” I asked, amused.
    “Because...because...well, shit, I don’t know. We have so much fun. I am so madly in love with him.” She said looking at me, as if this was an answer.
    “Right... Don’t people madly in love get married?” I asked putting my hand over hers.
    “No,” she shook her head, “well, yes, but married people don’t stay in love. They end up miserable and hating each other. Why does he want to ruin what we have?!”
    I laughed, causing her to narrow her eyes at me.
    “Lils, shut up. Seriously. You two are madly in love because you’re perfect for each other. About damn time you got married anddomesticated already. Seriously, this is not a bad thing. Don’t you think it will be nice to wake up to Tom’s face every day?”
    She sniffed again, “Well yeah, but then what? I think he’ll get sick of me pretty quickly. And then we’ll stop having sex.”
    She leaned in to whisper.
    “Everyone says when they get married they stop having sex.”
    I laughed again. “Lily, I really cannot believe you right now. People stop having sex in normal relationships after five years too. Has that happened for the two of you?”
    She shook her head, “No.”
    “So, do you think that
maybe
you guys are just two of the lucky ones? The lucky couples who have this intense spiritual and physical connection that marriage would only improve and not hurt?” I asked, brushing a stray curl behind her ear and smiling.
    Her head lifted as if she was considering that for the first time. She wiped her cheeks and looked at me closely.
    “Do you really think so, Ash? Like...you really think that?”
    I nodded, “Yeah. I do. I think you two are made for each other. Soul mates and all that.”
    Slowly her frown turned to a giant grin and she threw her arms around me, knocking me back some as she did.
    “Thank you, Ash! Thank you! Wait...holy hell, I’m getting married!”
    I laughed and patted