He was quiet. I said nothing, hoping that maybe, for once, he'd stop pretenting he was okay. Then I could, too. That we could both forget the roles that had so long bound us.
Megan HartWe were broken, brittle and fragile. The question was, were we still precious to each other? Or, instead of everything falling into place, had it fallen into pieces?
Megan HartWhat are you, Elle? Are you a ghost? Are you an angel or a demon? Because you canโt be real.
Megan Hart