Never Let Me Go (Inevitably You, #2)

by Lyla Dane

The whole world could disappear and it wouldn’t even matter, because I know I’d still have you.

“Fuck you,” I whispered, not breaking eye contact. “Okay,” he said. Then he left the room, closing the door behind him. “Hey!” I yelled, grabbing the post and shaking the frame. “Get back here, you fucking prick!” He did not get back here.

I told him to fuck off. He did not fuck off.

God, therapy sucked.

That was the thing about living in the twenty-first century. Everything you did—all your successes and all your mistakes—were recorded somewhere.

Everyone on this fucking planet makes mistakes. We’ve all done things we’re not proud of. And if people only see you for who you were, if they don’t realize that you are not your mistakes, then they’re not worth a single fucking thought.