Bunny (Bunny, #1)

by Mona Awad

“He called me dark, twisted, and mean.” “How sweet. He’s in love.”

Sometimes when I tell myself or Ava the story, it grows teeth and it’s something. Definitely something. Other times, it comes apart in my hands like air. But if I remember all the right details. If I tell them in the right order. If I pause in the right places, trail off in the right places

And then I felt insane. Like I’d imagined his warmth, our closeness.

And there’s nothing but a bunch of eyes and sad flowers and I don’t knows to give him anyway.

don’t understand what’s happened between us. Why don’t we talk anymore? Why are you so cold with me now? Like I’m a stranger to you suddenly.

The absence of his voice and touch so palpable it acquired physical weight.

Take it all back. Wipe away the night, my dumb tears, my endless tumbling out of words. I never meant to give this to you.