Riot Act (Crooked Sinners)

by Callie Hart

The book comes to an end, as all books do. Our story is too late for Jarvis’ writing challenge, but we finish it anyway. I’m melancholy as I write the last word of the final chapter. The project symbolizes something far more significant than an end to the warfare I engaged in with Pax, or our time at Wolf Hall. After graduation, it transitioned into our story. The characters became us, and they fell for each other, even as Pax and I fell harder and harder. The book also turned into a way for the hard, aggressive boy who saved my life to break down the barriers in his own mind, as he found ways for his character to be soft and tender. To put down his armor and to speak of love. Some of the things he’s written over the past few weeks have been so poetic and beautiful that I’ve curled into a ball in my bed at night, the white glow of my laptop screen casting off the shadows, and I’ve cried, knowing that those words aren’t for my character. They are for me, like the ones he spoke in his graduation day speech.

Idk why but that literally made me shed tear. I think im still sensative about my graduation