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329 pages, ebook
First published June 1, 2012
"Her blue cotton shirt dipped below her beige tank."
“Oh, God,” I moaned. She thought I was doing “it” with him.
"Her silky red hair had glimmered in the moonlight."
"Wow. I thought I was the only person at this school faking every moment."
"I loved the sound of her sweet voice. Part angel, part music."
"Damn, she smelled like cinnamon and sugar fresh out of the oven."
"Luke used to give me butterflies.
Noah spawned mutant pterodactyls."
Normal. She wanted normal and so did I.
Her beautiful breasts were right there for me to see, but I wanted to do more than observe, I wanted to...
"I watched you battle against the worst memory of your life and I watched you win. Make no mistake, Echo. I battled right beside you."
Her eyes met mine again. "So what does this mean for us?" I lowered my forehead to hers "it means your mine."
The worst type of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see--the wailing on the street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived...For people like me and Echo, our souls contained more scars than life.