We Ate the Dark

by Mallory Pearson

Could you hate yourself enough to make up for someone else’s indifference, an anticipatory hurt? Frankie wasn’t sure. But she could try.

kind of private self-hate that made her wish she was alone where the threat of tears wouldn’t be so humiliating.

when you began to lose your mind, you lost the rest of you, too, until you were barely an impression in the air,

Control was a myth.

How special it was, to care about another person on

purpose.

Sometimes loving someone doesn’t do any good. Sometimes, it’s just a mistake.”