Winter shook, and I studied her face, seeing her biting her bottom lip and tears hanging at the corner of her eyes. And just like that, she was eight again, our fingers hanging on by a thread in the treehouse, and I couldn’t stop what was happening to her. “Why is she crying?” I barked at the doctor. “Because it fucking hurts!” she yelped, answering for him. “Well, give her something!”
oh god i love them sm
