Where Only the Sweetest Words Remain

He wrote the best part of my story. Then the chapter ended.

Theo was supposed to be my forever. The boy who built me a treehouse, who made me playlists, who looked at me like I was the answer to a question he'd been asking his whole life. We had a plan. We had a future.

Then a storm rolled in, and he never made it home.

Now I'm just the girl standing in the wreckage of an "us" that never got to be. I scream at his voicemail. I wear his hoodie until it loses his smell. I push away everyone who tries to help-until I meet a boy with sad eyes who understands that some losses don't just heal.
agai
They say time heals all wounds. But what if the wound is shaped like a person?

A raw, painful journey through first love, devastating loss, and the slow art of learning to breathe n.