Ghosted

Who was that, Mommy?

This book is dedicated to everyone who has ever loved a story so much they could quote it.

There's nothing in the world quite like being part of a fandom. Never let anyone shame you for it. Read those books. Watch those movies. Binge those TV shows. Love those characters. Admire those celebrities. Write that fan-fiction. Draw that fan art. Go to those conventions. Sing that (on-hiatus, totally-not-broken-up) boy band at the top of your lungs. Do what makes you happy.

Did I ever have that much fun?
Was my life ever that carefree?
I can’t remember.
I wish I could.

In a world filled with so much wrong, it’s nice to know I’m doing something right.

It’s a crushing, soul-sucking sensation that starts deep in my chest, right where I used to keep my heart

So many years later and he still got under her skin

“Seriously, are you psychic?”

“Nah, I just know you,” he says. “You’re a self-sabotaging piece of shit some days.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” he says.

“I’m sorry for the way I hurt you,” he says. “Sorry for everything I did that led us to this point. And I get it, you know, if you hate me. Wouldn’t blame you at all. But I just need to tell you… I need you to know… that even when I was completely fucked up, I never once stopped loving you.”

I remember promising once that I’d do whatever I could for you to someday see me in this costume.”

My face grows warm. “You remember that?”

“Of course,” he says. “It’s the whole reason I auditioned.”

“You told me your manager talked you out of that.”

“He did, but I said fuck it. He told me I had no shot in hell, but you believed in me, so I went for it, and look at me now.”

“I love you, Jonathan.”

“I love you, too.” He wraps his arms around me before whispering, “You’re the queen, baby.”