Wretched (Never After, #3)

by Emily McIntire

“I’d do anything to be even a little bit like Nessa.” “That’s a shame.” He sits up then, looking down on me. “If you were like her, then there wouldn’t be a you.”

I’m already at my limit for “peopling,”

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.

He tightens his grip on my face. “Listen to me. I won’t ask for your forgiveness.” He glances at the door before locking his frantic eyes back on me. “I don’t want you to forgive me right now. I just want to know you’re out there and there’s a chance. That one day, maybe we’ll meet again, and I’ll walk up to you and say I’m Nicholas Tennyson Woodsworth, my favorite color is blue, I hated school, and I am so fucking in love with you that I can’t imagine living in a world that doesn’t have you in it.”