Fragments (Alabaster Penitentiary, #4)

by Nyla K.

I’m just staring at him, my heart breaking a little. I know exactly how that feels… To be so out of control in your own head, while everyone else is walking by, chatting, laughing, interacting with you. On the outside, you might look normal, but beneath the surface, it all feels rotten and heavy with so much sadness you just have to get rid of it, at any cost.

But if anyone could understand people like us, it’s these guys. We’re all fucked up in one way or another… The losers, the misfits, the weirdos. Why not wear our scars on the outside, for the world to see? After all, it’s our pain that makes us what we are… Invincible.

And not that I want to think about it, but even if it all came crashing down right now, at least I’d have these memories. The thing is, you have to stop and recognize when you’re in the good times. Force yourself not to take moments of bliss for granted. Because the memories are great, but they don’t hold a candle to the real thing, and you’ll always wish you could get this back.