by Beckie Stevenson
I was fifteen when I realised I was in love with Cole. He was the boy I shouldn’t have wanted, but, of course, he was the one I wanted the most.
In the beginning, he was mine. And I was his.
But then a lie was told. Lies break people. And broken people shatter into little pieces of tortured pasts and fractured futures.
Our ending broke me. Shattered me. Destroyed me.