“Callie,” I say, feeling this deep in my bones. “Let’s leave and go see the actress who plays her.” “You sure?” Donnelly asks me. He’s a Callie stan, and I’m clinging onto the hope that one day I’ll remember how I was too. This hope feels more like sand slipping between my fingers. “Yeah, I’m sure,” I nod resolutely. Because if I stay here, it feels like admitting Original Luna is gone for good. And she’s not. She’s not. She can’t be.
PLEASE LET HER GET HER MEMORIES BACK I WONT BE ABLE TO HANDLE THIS
