Too Late

by Colleen Hoover

I cried for the fact that despite everything horrible about Asa, I was still worried sick when he didn’t come home. I cried because I realized that no matter who he’s become, a part of me is still in love with him...because I don’t know how not to be.

I let out a short, defeated sigh and look down at my hands. “So much, Carter,” I whisper. “I wish you could save me from all this shit so, so much. But you can’t. I’m not in this life for myself. If I were, I would have left a long time ago.”

It’s a strange feeling to trust someone you barely know more than the person you share your own bed with.

“If I come to your house tonight, I’m not even going to look in your direction,” he says. “But know that you’re all I see. You’re all I fucking see, Sloan.”

Maybe it’s weird to compare people to drugs, but when drugs are all you know, it’s normal.

Having to walk away from her like this is nothing short of devastating. It’s tragic. And that’s where love finds you...in the tragedies.

“You had a lot of potential. But you spent every day of your life expecting the world to repay you for a few really shitty years you were dealt as a child. That’s where you went wrong. The world doesn’t owe us a thing. We take what we’re given and we make the most of it. But you took what you were given and you shit on it and then expected more.”