The only bright side I could find in possibly never feeling him again was that your first love was a learning experience. Or so my mom said. They’re not the ones you marry, she told me. They’re the ones who break you, so you can rebuild yourself better. Stronger. But I didn’t care. I wanted him to come back. I wanted him to hurt me. Just as long as he came back. “What are they like?” I asked, breaking the silence and trying to change the subject. “The Horsemen? Besides Damon, I mean?” I already had an idea of the tool he’d turned into. I couldn’t believe I’d suspected him to be my ghost. My
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