https://youtu.be/ENctLBnLqEE

3 weeks of limited contact for his privacy, for him to move out and see his home friends. For what? He did work a lot but Bryan had always prioritized her before, he's the one who taught her that chivalry wasn't dead. That men will walk nearly 2 hours in the pitch black to keep you company with some cuddles in bed. That men can have boundaries. That men can commit. That, just maybe, not all men are assholes.

What happened?

Collapsing onto her bed, all her fantasies that Madeline had ever had for them flooded her brain like acid slowly burning them away. Corroding her hope, her sanity I suppose. He had seemed perfect, Bryan was so much nicer than any other guy she'd talked to and he was safe, a safe place to go to. Intimacy was safe with him, his brown messy hair showing off the ink imprinted along his neck, just his presence was safe. She was ready, the lingerie lying untouched in it's place.
She wasn't prey this time, in fact he had been so patient that she had become the hunter. This was unfamiliar territory for Madeline and the mixed signals from Bryan as a result were driving her clinically insane. Taking another drink, she thought back to their plan. Their planned future.

2/3 year checklist
- Twenty one pilots gig
- Amsterdam trip
- My chemical romance gig
- Visit and help out with new house
- Learn more Eminem and NF music
- Learn to cook more ( Bryan is a line cook)

Only 2 years ago this seemed unattainable, impossible, a myth even. Funny how a couple months can change your whole perspective on life, isn't it?