I used to be this positive, radiant person, you know? I kept a gratitude journal. I read books on positivity. I wore bright colours and put on makeup even on the bad days. I cheered people up.
I used to be that girl.
I'm not her anymore.
I can't look at him. I can't move at all. I'm like ice stuck in the moment, but slowly melting by the presence of the sun. Fucking global warming.
His eyes narrow. "I know you're not that tough, Maddy. I can see you," he says in a smooth tone, and I swallow.
"And can I see you, Kingsley?" I whisper.
He stares deep into my eyes, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "Are you looking?"
Next to death, caffeine and narcotics were candy and soda. Maybe his real addiction was tragedy.
“Maybe sanctuary isn’t a place. Maybe it’s the people you surround yourself with.”