Slap Shot (D.C. Stars, #3)

by Chelsea Curto

Grief isn’t linear, and it doesn’t look the same for everyone.

“For you, Mom,” I say to the empty room. “Always for you.” One of the overhead lights flickers, and I laugh. “Yeah. I know you’re here. You wouldn’t miss this. Sometimes I can still hear you yelling at me to get the rebound.” I pause, my shoulders heavy and my eyes wet with tears. “Fuck. I miss you, Mama.”

It’s not an inconvenience if it’s something I want to do.

CAUSE IF HE WANTED TO HE WOULD

“To the family you’re born with, and the family you meet along the way.”

“I’m tired of books that claim the main characters don’t like each other. I want to see it. Give me a dagger to the throat,” Liam

real

but I still feel like I’m this ball of emotion who loves people too fiercely, who cares too deeply, who wonders if my brain might be hardwired wrong.

but I love you more than I did yesterday, and I’m going to love you even more tomorrow.

With their entire soul, like we’re destined in the stars and I’m the only one in the world.

I’m thankful for the people who aren’t here but should be.

I swear I see a shooting star above us.