Ajyah

“And hey, maybe Bonnie can help me track down Mystery Man.”
― Freida McFadden, The Boyfriend

“I’m not fucking leaving! Fuck, Juliet! You can’t do this. You can’t do this.” I couldn’t remember the last time I cried, but now my tears mixed with the water. “If you need to get the pain out, you take it out on me.”  “I’m sorry. I can’t.” She was sobbing now.  My eyes caught on yet another razor blade in the corner of the shower niche and saw red. I held it up to my own skin and she flinched. “No. Fucking. More. You need to cut, you cut me.” She shook her head, and I pressed the razor into her hand.  “Do it.” “No, I can’t!” “Do it, Juliet! I can take it!” My voice was probably loud enough to reach all the apartments in this shit building, but I didn’t care. Nothing could compare to thinking I’d lost her forever.  I moved her hand so the razor blade was pressed against my chest, the exact same spot she’d drawn the tattoo on that first night. “Cut me. Mark me.” She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
― Emilia Rossi, His Juliet

“Why is dating so hard? Why can’t I just find a great guy, marry him, and live happily ever after? Is that really too much to ask for?”
― Freida McFadden, The Boyfriend

“And even though I am happy for them, it’s hard to watch Gretchen with her boyfriend…and even Bonnie now settling into an exclusive relationship with Dr. McHottie. I miss having a boyfriend.”
― Freida McFadden, The Boyfriend