24 parts Ongoing They say every story has a beginning, a middle, and an end.
But mine had two beginnings-two paths that twisted into a single, impossible knot.
The first began with a notebook, a flash of gold glitter dropped in a crowded hallway, and a boy who looked like he owned the world. He made me feel wanted. He was thunder-an electric current that set every nerve ending humming.
The second began with a single gold earring, the kind of thing you guard with your whole heart, and a boy who looked at me like he'd been waiting his whole life. He was a safe harbor, a steady calm in a world full of noise.
I was caught in the middle. I never meant to lead them on, but the longer I stayed confused, the messier it got. Sooner or later, a choice would have to be made.
And when it was, I wasn't sure my heart could survive being broken in two.
