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494 pages, Kindle Edition
Published June 16, 2020




So many stories that will never be told.
So many words that will never be written.
I’m sure, in a way, that’s a good thing. Real stories can be a little too real for readers sometimes. No happy endings, no fairy tales, no promises of everlasting love. And life’s hard enough as it is, right? We don’t want your depressing reality. Give us our happily ever after and babies.
But what if… the words we’ll never get to read are the words we need the most?
We’re here until the last chord.
The notes may be flat, the lyrics wrong.
But the melody…
The melody is lifelong.
I’m just wondering how I could be so dumb to think for a single second that we could ever get along.
I take it back…
William Martins and I are never going to be friends.
All I can see is red. Red like my heart as it breaks from finding out the first prince in my life is a frog. Red like the blood that spilled out of me when my family drove a knife into my back.
Deep down, I know exactly what the true answer to his question is: I’m not mad at him. I’m mad at myself. No, I’m furious at myself for catching feelings for the guy who has none.
But that’s what we are. What we’ve always been. We’re a terrible, stupid-as-fuck, earth-shattering idea. And here. Now. We’re going to do way more than break the rules.
We’re going to completely forget them.