Where There's a Will (Lost Boys, #1)

by Jessie Walker

Nothing matters but us right now. This. Way and Will, Will and Way, and how it should have always been. Two halves of a fucking whole.

:,(

At the time, she thought they drugged me. Like her brother used to drug her.

What the actual fuck.

Jeremy glances down, face bunched with something like shame. I suddenly get the feeling we’re missing something here. Something big.

They were gonna plan a memorial thingy for Izzy and Jeremy just told Mason im guessing.

Perhaps that’s why we hold on to it so tight—that hardness. That Herculean stoicism in the face of any great and terrible pain. Any perceived weakness. Perhaps that is why so many men feel threatened when their masculinity is tested, choosing to turn it into something ugly. Violent. Because when that hard exterior finally cracks—when the pressure of all the generations before us, with all their “Buck up, sons,” and “Boys don’t cry,” and “Be a man,” finally becomes too much—there’s nothing to shield us from the rapidly approaching avalanche that is our own crumbling egos.

Come on, baby. Come back to me.

Im cryin

—Please, don’t make me let you go.

Oh god no please no i cant do this not now

To be continued…

How is 500+ pages not enough T-T

I just realized this is Way's tattoo