Simple math, and a pretty good deal.Ī pinecone dropped on my head. Fred Durst might look like a ballsack in a cap, but he had a point. “Break Stuff” by Limp Bizkit was my designated ruin-shit anthem. My earbuds blocked out the sounds of birds, crickets, and crispy leaves under my feet. It had also earned me a trip to talk to this guy in a suit every week, who asked about my feelings. Whenever she glanced at my permanently busted knuckles, the waterworks started. I didn’t know what it meant, but it made Mom cry in her bathroom when she thought no one could hear. I drove a fist into the oak tree, feeling the familiar sting of a fresh wound as my knuckles split open.īleeding helped me breathe better. “I Will Follow You into the Dark”-Death Cab for Cutie “Who Do You Love?”-The Chainsmokers feat.

It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.” “Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness.

Sometimes, the greatest love stories flourish in tragedy. When life throws a curveball at All Saints’ golden boy, he’s forced to realize not all knights are heroes. This daredevil hell-raiser could knock you up with his gaze alone, but he only has eyes for the girl across the street: Luna.īut Luna is not who she used to be. Knight Cole is everyone’s favorite football hero. Underneath the meek, tomboy exterior everyone loves (yet pities) is a girl who knows exactly what, and who, she wants-namely, the boy from the treehouse who taught her how to curse in sign language. Luna Rexroth is everyone’s favorite wallflower. Ours had torn chapters, missing paragraphs, and a bittersweet ending. Not all love stories are written the same way. To Betty and Vanessa V., two talented women I adore, and to all the Lunas of the world

Broken knight book