When Gracie Met The Grump

by Mariana Zapata

And it was then that I knew without a single fucking doubt, as I screamed my lungs out, that I was in love.

He was no ray of fucking sunshine. He was the moon. A full fucking moon so bright no amount of clouds could fully block him out.

“There is no place I wouldn’t look for you. Seven miles deep in the ocean. On a planet in a distant galaxy. I would go anywhere for you if someone took you, Gracie,”