5.7
The smell of cigarette smoke and Roman’s warm shoulder pressed against mine are both more comforting than I’ve ever felt. I want to keep everything inside, to withhold it like I have been from my family and all the people that have been trying to help me. But I feel like I can’t do that with Roman.
“I wasn’t planning on coming here,” I admit to him as he takes another drag. “But then I saw someone from my past and suddenly I was running to the only place I knew.”
He doesn’t say anything for a few moments and all I can do is listen to our breathing. “Who did you see?”
Roman doesn’t mention the fact that we’re in the middle of New York, far, far away from anyone close to my home. The chances are so slim that I probably sound crazy, but he doesn’t question it. When I dare to look at him, he doesn’t even look skeptical.
“His older brother.”
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Teen FictionOne bridge. Two guys. Three secrets. Four therapists. Five attempts. Six months. Seven bad habits. Eight family meetings. Nine visits. Ten cuts. One death. Spiritual #4
