Matchmaker (Empire High, #4)

by Ivy Smoak

Because I wasn’t sure how much longer I could breathe when the past felt so damn heavy. The weight of it on my chest felt stifling. At least, that’s what I told myself. Because the fact that I was slowly dying of a broken heart somehow felt worse.

“It feels like you’re disappearing on me. And I don’t know how to live without you.”

“He’ll love you differently. The way you need to be loved. Different isn’t less.”