The Story of Us (Carnage #1)

by Lesley Jones

I was almost twenty and still fucked up over a boy I met when I was eleven and who’d broken my heart when I was sixteen.

“Such an angry little Kitten with such sad eyes. Who hurt you, Georgia? Who took the light out of those pretty blue eyes, hmm?”

“He’s sad, George. He gets on with his days. He writes songs that are so obviously about you. He drinks too much, he snorts too much Charlie, he smokes too much weed, and he fucks too many women, but all just to try to forget you.”

“There’s no one else. There never was. It’s still only ever you.”

“They say that home is where the heart is, and mine has never been anywhere other than with you, always, G. Forever and always, my heart is yours and will be with you no matter what.”