We walk into the rest of our lives together, not knowing it'll end before it's truly started.

It was Mina this whole time, wasn’t it?" I give him the only thing I can: the cold, hard truth. The one that’ll rewrite every memory he has - of him and me, her and me, the two of them, all three of us: "It’ll always be Mina.

My heart has a piece of Wes wrapped around it like a bandage. My skin will hold the memory of him as permanent, because you don't forget the first person to touch you with love after life's taught you all touch is fear and pain.

She was in love with you,” he says. “And I don’t think she got to tell you, did she?”My heart lurches, seizes inside my chest, fluttering to life at the words I’ve always wanted to hear. I shake my head. Tears spill down my cheeks.“She loved you. She wanted to be with you. That’s why she told me about herself. She said she’d made her choice. It was you. I think it was always you.