Wretched (Never After, #3)

by Emily McIntire

Bricks are meant for paths, Yet somehow we’re always still. If there’s nothing for us in the now, Then I know there never will. You belong up here in the light, and me in poppies down below. Maybe one day we’ll meet again, On the other side of a rainbow.

But if I’m her calm, then she is my chaos, and if I can’t live with her forever, then I don’t want to live at all.