Chuckling against her hair, I stare out at the evidence of my family’s downfall and hold on to the girl who’s always worn her emotions on her sleeve, and showed me how to fight even when I kept getting pushed aside. I hold on to the first person who ever chose me. I was never scared about falling in love with her. I was always angry because I thought I’d only get to do it once. But every day, I fall again. Every day, I fall a little harder.
