cuit like a shockwave. My phone buzzed nonstop with texts from friends I had

on through the manicured streets of my gated co

friends, the ones who had always orbited him like desperate planets. They saw him as their g

mansion, the sight that greet

t-shirt clung to his lean frame, and a fresh, ugly bruise was blooming on his cheekbone. His eyes, t

oked

ward as I got out of the

disy

hard, tears

ck, I guess it' s time for the

g, the late-night talks, the slow-burning affection I felt for him... and he tho

. I didn' t care about the water soaking the hem of my designer

linc

voice low and fierce. "You are not a stand-i

n and pain warring in his eyes

. I would ma