This Monstrous Thing

by Mackenzi Lee

I miss you. I checked my heart before it ran away with that one.

When Oliver asked her how she read so quickly, she told him with a sly smile that she took books to bed like lovers.

“Just because you don’t scream out loud doesn’t mean I can’t still hear you screaming.”

He was right there in front of me, close enough to touch. And all I could do was miss him.