The Last Secret of Lily Adams

by Sara Blaydes

Then again, I had already crossed a dozen hard lines today, and my mama used to say my brazenness would be my downfall.

Sometime over the last decade, I had faded to a faint outline of the person I once was. No color or richness to make me whole.

only friendly acquaintances who quietly drifted out of my life

How had I sacrificed so much for a man who wasn’t even willing to do the simplest things for me?

“That’s because love, just like any great movie, has a special kind of magic. You can dress it up with fabulous sets and the most incredible actors and all the special effects you could dream of, but none of that matters if the story isn’t there. After all, what is love but a story? And every story needs its proper ending.

It was terrifying, but there is no point to life if you live it in fear.”