“Please. Pretend with me, Adrian.” It was wrong and manipulative. I knew that those words would wrap around his heart. I knew he’d give me whatever I wanted if I used them. “Let’s pretend we are just a boy and a girl in love. That our lives aren’t encompassed in overwhelming sorrow and heartbreak. That we aren’t swimming in a never-ending sea of grief. Please, let me have this. This moment of beautiful in all of this ugly,” I begged him.
