The Fix

by Mia Sheridan

Her heart ached so badly she wondered how it could keep beating, and she felt a primal wail reverberating through her marrow.

So yeah, that insult was laughable, but it still stung. Because it was the pure meanness that hurt him more than the names, and the fact that they’d been hurled at him by someone who was supposed to be on his side.

Who could say why one person was more affected by casual cruelty than another.

“Is it ironic? Sad? Funny? The fact that I was thinking about that right before I lost every last and every new with my mom and my sister.”

“But I agree. I think it’s right and . . . good that we have no idea when we’re experiencing a last. The beauty is in the oblivion and in the ordinary.”

It was terrible and disgusting, and she wanted him to do it again.