Aoife Roche

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Jacob was better, but not well enough to call me. He was out with friends. I was sitting home, missing him more every hour. I was lonely, worried, bored . . . perforated—and now also desolate as I realized that the week apart had not had the same effect on him.
Aoife Roche
This girl reallyyyy needs a therapist holy shit
New Moon (Twilight, #2)
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