Unscramble Tragic Novels & Stories

Because Lila suddenly wailed—loud and high-pitched—then began smacking herself in the head. “It’s all my fault! All my fault! I don’t deserve to live. I should just die! Die!” Elliot caught her like the tragic heroine she was pretending to be, arms wrapped tight around her flailing form. “Lila, calm down. I’m here. I’ve got you. Breathe, baby. Just breathe.” Dramatic much? A few years ago, I might’ve felt something watching her collapse into his arms. Sadness. Envy.