You are the only one in control of writing your story. You can’t rewrite the past, but you can start right now and choose to change the direction of your future. So keep fucking writing it. Because one day–” she sucked in a shallow breath, tears were forming in Laney’s eyes. “One day. Your story may be the survival guide for someone else who is fighting the same battles that you have, Scarlet Thorne. Don’t you ever walk through that darkness alone again. Because you have people in your life that will walk with you. People that would rather see your hell than to see your funeral.”
