Given Our History: A Novel

by Kristyn J. Miller

Except in all the ways you were exactly the same: in the way he looked at you every time he saw you, like you were the first rain after a long drought—palms turned up, catching droplets, because to have some small part of you was better than having none of you at all. In the way your pulse raced beneath your skin whenever he touched you. And in the drifting apart, that moment when you realized you were no longer on the same page.