And now I am here, as alone as I've ever been. I am seventeen years old. This is not how it's suppose to be. This is not how my life is suppose to turn out.
He leaned back, appalled at himself. She was a ***damn dose of truth serum. Things were falling out of his mouth as though his ability to sensor had short-circuited.
We all have scars, Mia; they are supposed to make you stronger, not paralyze you.” ~Cole
I remember watching it all and getting the tickling in my chest and thinking to myself: This is what happiness feels like.
