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316 pages, Kindle Edition
Published February 28, 2025
I can’t explain the rage I feel when I look at him now. It didn’t always used to be this way. For years, it was just a blind infatuation, but year after year of torment, the infatuation turned to disappointment and then to anger. I’ll never have him, and that’s made something inside of me feral.
Touching him makes something flutter deep inside my stomach. Angry, razor-sharp butterflies. They slice at my chest and make those angry wounds reopen every single time. I do it anyway. I do it because I like the pain of it.