Shadow Me (Shatter Me, #4.5)

by Tahereh Mafi

I’m lonely but I’m not alone. My body works, my brain works, I’m alive. It’s a good life. I have to make a conscious effort to remember that. To choose to be happy every day. If I didn’t, I think my own pain would’ve killed me a long time ago.

Everyone thinks I’m not supposed to give a shit—that I shouldn’t—but I do. I always do.

“You reek of it.” He nods at me, my body. “You’re practically emanating lovelorn agony.”