Into the Still Blue (Under the Never Sky, #3)

by Veronica Rossi

hope you’re still angry with me,” he said. “I deserve it.” She smiled. “Sorry to disappoint you.” “Damn,” he said.

Gradually becoming less consuming as life delivered other worries and other joys. Other sources of pain and happiness.

How could those words seem so lacking and so promising?

She carried them with her everywhere she went. She imagined holding them there for the rest of her life. An ocean of tears, existing inside