"Dear Prya, I know it's been a few months since I wrote you, and I'm sorry. I miss seeing you everyday.. It's not the same having to write. I don't even know if you'll get this! Please write back if you do.. I love you. From, Jason."
"Go ahead," I said, backing up against the pink wall of the shop. "Do something other than glare at me." I waited. One, two, three seconds... and nothing. I raised my chin at him. "You're boring me, mute boy." He stepped closer. Leaned toward me as his gaze burned into mine. Then... ❀ ❀ ❀ After three months in juve...
Once you're marked, it's over. No more running from your fears, because at the end, you become your biggest fear. You don't even remember how to smile, you become one of them. You're no longer yourself, barely a human, barely alive, barely breathing, barely there. No ones able to break free, you're all underestimated.
