A Packless Luna
he replies, and his voice is lower now, rougher, like the words are harder to say than anything else.
“And you broke that,” I continue, lifting my chin slightly even though my chest feels like it is caving in. “You broke the one thing I told myself I would never give anyone again.”
“I can fix it.”
The words come quickly, too quickly, like he believes them, like he thinks this is something that can be repaired with time and effort and determination.
I shake my head slowly. “No,” I say, and this time there is no hesitation, no doubt. “You cannot.”
Hot Chapters