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It’s like his parents were so rich that they went to the doctor and selected his DNA from a menu before he was conceived—
I have to get Rain back because I know something she doesn’t. Rainbow Williams is a fucking survivor. And I’m not done using her yet.
I don’t do us. All us does is get you hurt or killed, so I throw an E on the end of that bitch, and I use.
Besides, if Wes knows I’m just using him as a distraction, that I don’t actually want to survive whatever the hell is coming for us, he might not let me tag along anymore. And tagging along with this asshole is kinda my only reason for living at the moment.
Sugar cookies. She laughs like a farm animal. She looks like a discarded porcelain doll that raided a teenage boy’s closet. And she smells like fucking sugar cookies.
“And stop pretending like I’m only here because you kidnapped me. You didn’t kidnap me, and you know it. You saved me, Wes. And every time you look at me, you do it all over again!”
I’ve finally found what I’ve been missing my whole life, and if I keep it, it will kill me. No wonder Rain was wearing a black hoodie when I met her. She’s the fifth fucking horseman of the apocalypse.
Wes was my only hope. My only shot at life after April 23. Without him, my hours are numbered. Without him, I don’t want the ones I have left.
“I think I came here to find you, Rain. I’m just sorry it took me so long to figure that out.”
“Because I fucking love you.” The smile on her face lights up the dark room. It’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, and I suddenly can’t wait for whatever is coming to get here so that I can kill it and turn its teeth into jewelry for her to wear.
