✗ "I'm sorry," I choked, the tears spilling down my cheeks. He shook his head and pulled me closer again.
"Don't be sorry, just work on getting better," He said, rubbing calming circles on my back while I cried into his chest. His arms tightened around me and he pressed his lips against the top of my head, making me cry even harder.
"I had never meant to hurt anyone. I just wanted to be good enough," I whispered. The guilt weighing heavy on my shoulders.
"Briar," He said quietly, "You're so much more than good enough." ✗
Meet Briar Martin.
She's popular, rich, smart and pretty, add a perfect boyfriend to that list and her life couldn't be much better, right?
Wrong.
Briar's life is spiralling out of control, and it feels like no one can see her struggle.
No one can help her.
At least, that's what she thinks before Tyler Grey walks into her life, turning everything on it's head.
Tyler is mysterious, charming, and drop dead gorgeous, but does he have what it takes to save Briar from her downward spiral? And what happens when he's the one who needs saving?
Can these two broken people fix each other, and find peace with themselves? Or are some things broken beyond repair?
"You were worried about me, Specs?" He smirked.
"No, Tyler. I hoped that someone cut up your corpse and fed it to paranas. Obviously I was, you idiot! I'm a doctor. Worrying about people is kind of programmed into my system. It's a curse if you ask me," I surprised myself a lot more than I thought was possible with my answer.
And what did he do? Laugh! He fucking laughed! Not full on rolling- on- the- floor laughter but a laugh nonetheless.
"This isn't funny, Tyler."
"It kind of is. Almost a month ago, I would've sworn that you hated me. Be careful, Specs," he squinted down at me, "or you might actually sound as if you like me."
I rolled my eyes. "Don't flatter yourself. I was concerned. Don't confuse that with affection. It's two very, very different things."
***
When you think that all is not lost in the world.
That not all men are pricks and that not all sushi is bad.
When you think that there is a light, no matter how dim, at the end of the tunnel.
When you think that life isn't the ruthless bitch you've always thought it was...
It turns around and bites you in the ass.
When you think that the past will always and forever remain where it should be...
It comes at you from every direction. Like a violent tsunami destroying everything...and everyone in it's path.
Can you change what happened?
I wish.
Can you stop what's going to happen?
God! I really hope so.