Pushing the Limits

by Katie McGarry

When I said nothing, the best thing that happened to me in three years left. Damn, I was an idiot.

The worst type of crying wasn’t the kind everyone could see—the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it.

withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived. For people like me and Echo, our souls contained more scar tissue than life.

“Because growing up means making tough choices, and doing the right thing doesn’t necessarily mean doing the thing that feels good.”