A hundred different things surround me: shards of a destroyed wooden jewelry box, some cracked CDs, a few ripped books, a shredded picture of Connor and me. I think my insides must look like they do, all churned up and cracked and unrecognizable. My lip bleeds, staining my...
We haven’t talked since the incident, and I figured she’d choose to forget about the dinner plans we’d made during our late-night text session.I climb into the passenger seat, just to give her a chance to apologize, but she pulls away from the curb without a word.By the time we hit the freeway, t...
How can it be morning already? I can’t possibly get up while my head pounds this hard. Without opening my eyes, I reach out to find the quilt and throw it over my head. I twist around, trying to find a comfortable way to lie that doesn’t make it feel like the black on the ...
This letter can’t help us, because there is no us, not anymore. Just saying that makes it hard to breathe. I hope you do find it in yourself to read this letter, right down to the very last word, because maybe if you remember the way things unfolded...