Emboldened, I said, “I miss it. I miss her. The girl with hearts for eyes whenever she looked at me. The girl who doodled wild imaginings in there every time she saw me. The girl ballsy enough to create a picture wall of me…” “You killed her,” she said, so very quiet. “Repeatedly.” I nodded even though she was still staring at her diary and felt my chest spasm. “I know. But I want to bring her back, somehow, and make her stay. If you’ll let me try.” Her eyes swung to me, narrowed with suspicion. “Why?” “Because I…” I blew out a huge breath and sat up. “I want her. I want her more than I’ve
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