disclaimer: i wrote this book ages ago, i'm not going to finish it bc i came out as a lesbian during writing it and it feels awkward writing a book about a straight relationship xoxo
'why do we always message in the am?'
"I'm sorry George but I'm not Dina. I'm not her."
"It's not her that I want..."
"it's you."
That's when they flashed back to reality.
"do you remember that night?"
"We were too young to realise we had everything."