"Duncan?"
"What's up, Mars?"
No one other than Toby had ever called me that. I thought it would burn my lungs to hear it said, but it was oddly comforting. It was the only comfort I'd had.
"I have an answer for the question you asked me. Whether or not it mattered if he loved me."
Duncan had been walking by my doorway, clearly doing his rounds, but he stopped when I talked. I knew he would - people had been waiting for the past 17 days. 17 days since the world had finally caught on fire.
"So? Does it matter?"
"No," I whispered, running my hands over the worn out denim jacket, "but I really wish it did."
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Out of This World
Teen FictionPTSD. MDD. Bipolar. Not usually what you expect to read when you look up someone's name. But for Mars, that's normal. Instead of being in the yearbook, she's in the hospital. Instead of boys, prom, and love she gets meds, therapy, and restraints. Th...
