She was beautifully broken. I was her balm.
They say unrequited love hurts the most.
Well it sucks to be me then.
My heart has belonged to my best friend for longer than I care to remember.
At least until her.
The sweetest girl with a haunted past.
And darkness which seeps out of her pores, surrounding her with a haze of desolation.
It started with a need to unburden ourselves.
Now I can’t think of anything else.
Her touch. Her smile. Her blue eyes.
It feels like the past is repeating itself.
With a girl I can never have.
Ellie Kirkwood extracted a promise from me.
And now I want all of her in return.