for Theodore,
my Eeyore
YOU ARE READING
𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬
Romance"You were never supposed to be hers," I sob. "You were mine. You were always supposed to be mine, Anay." I tug my fists to my chest. "Since I was fourteen years old..." my voice cracks, stomaching the truth, of what's always been there. "You've been...
dedication.
for Theodore,
my Eeyore
