Marco

And in the end, we were all just humans, drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness – Christopher Pointdexter

Blurb:
‘She looked sad, in a sort of space that wasn't her own. And I wanted to go and sit next to her, but there was the whole thing with social differences and her being cool and gorgeous and me being me and so I didn't.
I just sat and stared at her from afar, like I had been doing ever since I was young. She didn't notice. She never noticed. In between the various worlds she drifted off to and the balancing of her popularity upkeep, there was no space for me.
There never was, and there never will be.’

If you got a phone call from the most beautiful girl at school, who you also happened to be in love with, you’d do anything to make it a regular occurrence- right?
That’s what Cedric thinks anyway. At least, until he realises that maybe Lyra Daniels isn’t the girl he’s envisioned her to be, and maybe she’s asking just a little too much.
After all, people, the really good ones, are destinations; a city of bones for the lonely to spill their secrets into.
And if Lyra needs a confident, he sure as hell wouldn’t mind being hers.

*slight bad language*