“There’s something wrong with me, Noah. Fix it.“ Noah’s expression broke my heart as he brushed my hair from my face, and skimmed the line of my neck. ”I can’t“ ”Why not?“ I asked, my voice threatening to crack. ”Because,“ he said, ”You’re not broken.”
You’re the girl who called me an asshole the first time we spoke. The girl who tried to pay for lunch even after you learned I have more money than God. You’re the girl who risked her ass to save a dying dog, who makes my chest ache whether you’re wearing green silk or ripped jeans.
“Her hair was the same dark honey brown color as his, only longer; the ends skimmed the lace bottom of
her camisole. Her blue eyes widened in surprise as they met mine.
“I didn’t know you had company,” she said to Noah, suppressing a smile.
He shot her a look, then turned to me. “Mara, my sister Katie.”
“Trigger warning for suicide, homicide, assault with a deadly weapon,
assault with a deadly mind, harm to others, harm to self, disordered
eating, disordered thinking, disordered feeling, disordered being, body
shaming, victim shaming, shaming of every kind, dark humor, ill humor,
shitty humor, maiming, miming, death of teenagers, death of adults,
death of authority figures, death of inconsequential red shirts. Also
sex. But if you need a trigger warning for that, you’re reading the