The Problem with Players (Problem #2)

by Brittainy C. Cherry

Whatever. I didn’t care what people thought of me. At least, that was the lie I liked to tell.

Besides, I’d be fine. I’d always be fine.

The thing about one’s heart was that it felt so deeply, even if the brain told it to shut off.

Though lately it seemed as if Avery and I were not only in the same book with one another, we were finding our way to the same page. Sure, sometimes she wrote in cursive, and I didn’t know what the hell was going on with her, but for the most part, we were becoming more and more of a team.

“I read an article once about how no child has the same parent. Each one experiences their parents in a different light based on personalities, the time period, and the situations at hand. It’s like how my dad has a completely different relationship with Yara, Willow, and me.”

“Because grief is the realization that you could care for another so deeply. That your heart could shatter a million ways, all due to how much you adored another. Being able to feel so deeply is a gift, baby girl. It’s the indifference, the inability to feel, that is the curse.”