Every Breath After: Part 1 (Lost Boys, #3)

by Jessie Walker

“I just want to forget,” he wrenches out. “I just want a fucking break from all this shit. Just when I think I’m finally free of you—you pull me back in, and without a fucking care in the world. “I’m done being dragged down by you.” He throws a hand out. “I’m done living in this ghost town. And I’m done being a stand in for her,” he says, looking right into me, for once letting me see it all. His pain. His anger. Years of agony and spite stored up… It’s all laid out for me to see. “I’m done letting you use me to fill some void.” My eyes fall shut, and I shake my head. No… It’s not true. It’s not. “Hang onto her—hang onto the memories all you want. But I want out. I can’t do it anymore. I don’t want to feel like this anymore.” I nod some more. “Okay,” I whisper, so quiet it carries hardly any volume. “I don’t want to feel like I’m not supposed to be here.” I suck in a breath, and my eyes open. “Jer.” His face bunches and he shakes his head. “Do you know what it’s like, realizing the universe fucked up?”