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

by Jessie Walker

“What did I do to make you shut me out? For years now, you’ve been…pulling away. Just tell me what I did.” You chose my sister.

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Eyes creasing, he says, “What’s your dream then?” You. You’re my dream.

“Never again.” Something stutters in my chest. “For me.” I frown. “If you won’t stop for you, stop for me.”

I know today sucks. But this is your day too, always has been, and always will be. And for that, I still love today. Because it means you exist.

Masonnnnn 🥹

“Sometimes, I really fucking hate her. You know that?” His voice trembles. “I hate her. And I love her. And I miss her. And I want to grieve her. I want to let her rest, but you won’t let me!”

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“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?” His eyes are thick with tears he still can’t seem to let fall, despite bleeding out for me.

Jeremy 😭🥺💔