If There's a Way (Lost Boys #2)

by Jessie Walker

“You’re a ticking time bomb,” I hear myself say, my voice distant even to my own ears. “One that just keeps fucking rebuilding itself after every explosion, over and over and over again. But I don’t. I don’t rebuild. I don’t heal. I just keep taking it. But I can’t anymore. There’s not enough left of me to take any more shrapnel and walk out alive.”

They’re all just life preservers keeping us afloat in an endless sea as we wait for the next wave to pull us under. And if there’s one constant in this life, it’s that there will always be more waves. So long as the earth keeps spinning, and the moon keeps pulling… There will always be more waves.

“I want to be burdened by you,” I tell him, lifting my shoulders before dropping them. “I want to be the person you burden.”

Even the sun needs a break sometimes—it’s why it has the moon to help out every night.”