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

by Emery Lord

I’d done it for months now—the dizzying dance between grief and normalcy and the guilt I felt in moving between the two.

My friends added the first colors to my black-and-white world.

My friends too <3

“You have a big life ahead of you, sweet girl. And beginning again gets easier with each step,” she said.

They were normal when I wanted to be normal, and they held me when I wanted to cry. When it all closes in, there are only two kinds of people: best friends and everyone else.

sweetness

In friendship, we are all debtors. We all owe each other for a thousand small kindnesses, for little moments of grace in the chaos.

Brokenheartedness is a sisterhood with involuntary membership. I’d keep her secret like I kept all the rest.

The point remained no matter what: I wasn’t sinking anymore. I had been floating, however precariously, on the surface of my own grief. And it was time to get out.