Magnolia Parks: The Long Way Home (The Magnolia Parks Universe, #3)

by Jessa Hastings

I know she knows my mouth better than anyone else ever has or ever will and I know she’d know from that photo I’d been kissing someone.

and we’re always associated, even when we haven’t spoken in nearly a year.

I started therapy to get her back, wanting to grow into the kind of person she’d want to be with, be good enough, be the sort of person worthy of a girl like Parks.

It was definitely Gucci—I shouldn’t know that but I do.

Sometimes her photos just pop up. Algorithms and shit, you know? Also, I love her, so sometimes I peek.

her face is her face and it begs to be looked at.

“People can be quite cruel to beautiful things. For no re...

I can tell she’s missing the same girl I’m always missing even though...

She doesn’t know. Doesn’t get it. Doesn’t know about the eyes and the photos. Doesn’t know what we’re like if we’re in the same room. How we’re magnets, how we look at each other, how we find each other.

She doesn’t know that I’m a wolf and Parks is the moon whose name I’ve howled since I was fifteen.

Nervous she’s going to fuck me up a bit. Don’t tell me she won’t, she always does—even if it’s in ways I like.

I couldn’t tell them that actually he is the drain in the centre of me where all the happy things fall through and that I feel his absence in everything. Everything. Breakfast time, cups of tea. Bumblebees. Honey. The stars. Gucci. The Discovery Channel. Long drives. Driving in general. Willow trees. Uno. Old Skool Vans. Tiffany’s. Maserati’s. Boys with tattoos.

We weren’t any of those things but don’t you for a second try to tell me we weren’t in love. I loved him more than anything and at the end of everything, it’s all we had and it did not persevere. It failed.