Tara Larsson finds herself adrift after finishing high school, unsure of her future and drawn to the warmth of her best friend Nitra's home. There, she becomes entangled in a forbidden attraction to Nitra's sister's boyfriend, Michal Mrazik, a talen...
I wondered if it was such a crime to love. Tara Larsson had literally stolen my heart and ran with it, keeping it inside a cage. No matter how many times I read the text she had sent me, I couldn't get my heart back. She had given it back, but I refused to take it. I still wanted her back, despite what had transpired yesterday at the park with Dana. Tara Larsson still had my heart and I didn't care what she did with it. She could destroy it for all I cared, but my heart was the greatest gift I wanted her to keep from me.
Dana had probably told Stassie by now, and I knew I had to face the consequences. I cared about Stassie, but she needed to know the truth- that my heart was no longer hers. I thought she would text me and call me names, but nothing came. It was just Tara's text that broke me in this very moment.
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She wanted us to break up. But I couldn't accept it. I had asked her to be my girlfriend, and that didn't mean she would leave as soon as our relationship hit a rough patch, even if it wasn't the best relationship ever. I knew I didn't deserve her. My sweet Tara, she deserved someone who loved her loudly and fully, but I didn't want to let her go. I made the decision to drive to her house, but as soon as I got inside my car, a text popped up on my screen. My heart skipped a beat - was it Tara? Had she changed her mind and needed me? But it was from Stassie.
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Fuck me sideways! Her brother was in a coma? I let out a breath of relief. At least Dana hadn't beaten me to it. She hadn't told Stassie about my relationship with Tara yet, and I was planning to do it myself. But how could I break the news to her when she was at her lowest? That would be like kicking someone when they're down. I slammed my hand on the steering wheel and ran my fingers through my hair. It seemed like Tara and I just couldn't catch a break.
Frustrated, I sat in my car for over an hour, just contemplating my next move. Should I wait until Stassie's brother was out of the coma to break the news? Or maybe I should find a way to support her during this tough time before dropping another bomb on her? The weight of the situation pressed on my chest, making it hard to breathe. I knew I had to tell her eventually, but the timing seemed impossible. As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, I realized that love wasn't always easy and sometimes it required difficult decisions and sacrifices. But I was willing to do whatever it took to make things right with Tara. I really loved that young woman.
