The Wrong Heart

Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.

I’m pretty sure a cow just flew past my window.”

There’s a resounding chill dwelling inside my bones as I watch the storm die out through the pane of glass, replaced by an eerie sky, painted dark and green.

How’s your finger?”

“Still attached.”

Parker—

I have my starting points.

Now, I have my turning point.

I think you saved my life that night.

—Melody

and her eyes even sort of twinkle as I study her from one seat over.

Wait… twinkle?

No. Fuck, no.

I don’t notice shit like eye twinkles. I don’t even fucking remember my own eye color half the time.

To the fractured and broken:

You are worth fixing.