Twisted Lies (Twisted, #4)

by Ana Huang

Everyone was starting new chapters of their lives while I was stuck in the prologue, waiting for my story to be told. I swallowed the bitterness coating my tongue. If I didn’t shake things up, I’d be an unfinished manuscript forever. Thousands of potential words that never made it onto the page. Someone who could’ve been something instead of someone who did something.

Regret kicked my heart palpitations into overdrive. That was why I’d trained myself to suppress emotional outbursts. The consequences always overshadowed the temporary relief.

We always expected our external world to reflect our internal one, but it was situations like these that reminded me the world would go on no matter what happened to us individually. It was equal parts reassuring and depressing.

I told myself I didn’t have the money to start my own brand anyway, but the truth was I hadn’t really tried to make something work.

“Exactly. People make their own choices. You have the right to live your life how you want without worrying about creeps who can’t curb their worst impulses.”

Or maybe it was the melancholy of it all—the sense that despite her beauty, her life was more dark days and lonely nights than it was rainbows and sunshine.

Trying and failing is better than not trying at all.

Sometimes, all we needed was the knowledge someone somewhere cared about us.