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423 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 18, 2016


“I’d be his only one for the rest of my days if he’d let me. If he’d just open his damn eyes.”
“You ruined me. You’re still ruining me, even though you promised you wouldn’t.”
“The biggest mistake I ever made was walking away from you.”
Biggest mistake I ever made ... was watching you go.”
“Maybe we’re too old for forts and fairytales,” I say wistfully, snuggling into his chest.
“No one is too old for fairytales,” Pan answers back.


"I want you, Rose. I’ve always wanted you. Since the day you pushed me over in that sandpit I’ve wanted nothing else,"



One day it will be me watching the way his eyes crinkle at the corners brim with tears as I walk towards him. One day, it will be my ring he wears and I, his. One day, I'll marry my best friend. I just need a little time to convince him of that.
Harley and I are complicated. We've always been complicated. From the day we met it's been our thing, or maybe it's been our thing, or maybe it's always been simple and we've been the ones to twist it, turn it on it's head and convolute what the rest of the world has already seen. All I know is that there isn't a Rose without Harley or a Harley with Rose.


Carmen Jenner



"I'll be waiting, Wendy. Second star to the right. I’ll be waiting.”
He’s the original lost boy, and he’s always been so damn good at getting me to follow behind him like a lovesick Wendy with Peter.
It rings in a new dawn, one where Harley isn’t the center of my Earth and I’m not the center of his, and just like that, I’m lost. I’m no longer tethered to this man. I’m no longer his future— I’m his past, and he’s mine. But that’s all we are. Ex-lovers. Friends? Maybe one day, but for now are just two people who’ve clung to one another for so long we forgot we weren’t the only two to exist. We forgot we weren’t a whole, but two separate pieces. It will kill me, but I have to let go of Harley Hamilton, because he’s already let go of me. And there is nothing sadder than a woman clinging to a ghost.
“Love you ... Wendy,” he whispers, when I think he is asleep. “From now until ... the end of forever.”“Forever is an awfully long time.”“Yes, it is.”