A Thousand Broken Pieces (A Thousand Boy Kisses, #2)

by Tillie Cole

She looked over her shoulder, to where Rune was sitting on the bed, laying kiss after kiss on my older sister’s hands, her fingers, her face, looking at his Poppymin like he always had—like she had been designed solely for him.

she was as beautiful in death as she was in life.

He was a walking autumnal color palette.

“I just don’t know how to let you go.”