I walk out the door with a heavy feeling in my heart as another secret falls on top of it.

Don't be sorry, Callie,' he says with a heavy-hearted sigh. 'You have your own sad story.

You're like my favorite song, Nova. The one that I never want to forget. That I want to play over and over again.

That’s you. Callie, you’re the only person that’s ever made me feel happy about anything. That night you saved me, you changed something in me—you made me want to live.

But I trusted him once and I decide to do it again. I just pray to God he doesn’t shove me down and break me, because I’m already in too many pieces and I just don’t know how much more breaking I can take.

Pretend all you want, pretty girl. You and I know that deep down you’re secretly glad to be pressed up to my body.

And I don't want you to be anywhere but here