imogenmaemiller
When Lainey ends things with Drayton with one cowardly, folded page, she expects relief. She doesn't expect the quiet to become a slow, crushing thing - the stack of unsent letters she finds, the orange pill bottle tucked in his drawer, the way "I love you" echoes on paper while he becomes a ghost in the hallways and a stranger at the pier.
To keep her mother from falling apart, Lainey tells a small lie: they're "trying again - baby steps." It's meant to be harmless. It isn't. The lie grows teeth. An innocuous wedding invitation, a family who trusts her, and one too many questions force Lainey into a choice: tell the truth, or keep pretending. When the pressure mounts, she agrees to a tentative, awkward pact - a private fake‑dating arrangement meant to soothe worried relatives and buy her time. But the rehearsed smiles, staged texts, and public appearances only make the ache louder.
Told in intimate, spare prose and threaded with recurring objects - a grey hoodie, a jar of unsent apologies, and a handful of purple jellybeans - this is a raw YA contemporary about guilt, grief, and the small, messy ways people try to fix what they've broken. Lainey must learn that some mistakes don't heal with practice and that pretending can do more damage than the truth.
Perfect for fans of character‑driven realistic YA who want slow burn emotion, moral gray areas, and the fake‑dating trope turned heartbreaking: not for getting the guy back, but for surviving the consequences of losing him. Contains themes of depression, grief, and emotional harm.