You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 125

Harper

"It would be so much easier if I still didn't feel like shit!"

I throw myself onto my bed as Sadie paces back and forth as if that's going to help the trauma of the day. Why can't things be easier?

I do love him. I do. I just feel betrayed. Hurt.

And exhausted, quite honestly, I could nap for ten days and probably still not feel rested.

Maybe it's the fact that I was so sick and jumped right back into school, the trauma of my mom finding us, or feeling guilty over not telling my parents about the love of my life.

Wow, take your pick.

"He's an asshole,’ she finally says. "Let him sweat it out a bit."

“Would you?"

I ask. "Let Ryan sweat it out?

Or would you communicate?

Hear him out?

Be mature?

I don't even know what I want to do. One minute, I want to run Easton over, the next I want to hold him and never let go.

He's mine, Sadie. Mine. I love him. I just...I don't understand this side of him. The one that's still holding back, the one that's afraid.”

She sighs. “Love is scary, babe. No matter how young or old you are.

It has no prejudices, it is what it is. One day, it cuts you so deep you think you might bleed out, the next day you wonder how you ever lived without that feeling.

those good days, the

that person holding your hand

yeah, while this all sucks, I know if you really love each other, you'll get

her hands. “He's dead

can't help it, and then I burst into tears again. "I'm sorry, I'm just

hate that I missed school when I was sick, and I

like a true crime story ready to unravel

head. "Blake seemed

shrug. "He was

let him because honestly everyone else was pairing

"Was he nice?"

her fingernails. "For Blake, I mean, since all the

We had

smile. "He barely flirted and it at least distracted me for nearly

still

"Yeah."

what exactly is off because I can't put my finger on it. "Maybe. I don't know. Either way, it was a horrible day and I

"Blake?"

to my laptop and open it.

sounds at

mind if I borrow you

Sadie on

then shoves him. "Nope, wait, you're friends with

reason. Yes, I knew, blah, blah, blah, you all want to murder me, who runs the

on you. Besides, if he did, I'd cheerfully kill

fill my

“Anytime.”

pulls her out of my room, leaving me alone with my

deep breath and get on

And then I type.

know we need to

don't know if I overreacted or if I'm just letting life kick my ass, but I miss you. I don't want

so fast, but... can't text you, so I at least thought I could email and let you know that no matter what, right now, in this moment, you're

And I'm still yours.