“I’m not broken,” I whisper. “You’re not important enough for that. You’re just a smudge on the canvas of my life.” “Good,” he murmurs as he takes a step closer. “Because it doesn’t change anything. You’ll be mine, Billie. If not now, then. If not here, in this shitty town that broke us…then there.” That fictional, magical place that we both long to go to.
