The Start of Me and You (Start of Me and You #1)

by Emery Lord

There I was, clinging to the scraps of happiness that I could finally feel again: coffee and books and an afternoon with my best friend. What right did I have, when he was gone?

Hey, Ryan Chase. I’m actually not a creepy bookstore loner. In fact, I have these legs.

Of all Tessa’s qualities, that was maybe the one I admired the most: she knew how to sit inside my sadness with me. I wouldn’t have survived without her.

We sat there in our flower crowns until the world went dark, until we were half-sick from sugar but still laughing, laughing, laughing like the almost-invincible girls we were.