Every Shattered Thing by Elora Ramirez

Author:Elora Ramirez [Ramirez, Elora]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 1492261858
Google: tWTXoAEACAAJ
Amazon: B00ESHVACI
Publisher: Createspace Independent Pub
Published: 2013-08-25T23:00:00+00:00

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I’m resting on his chest and watching the clouds billow and break when he brushes the hair away from my cheek.

“We should probably get you home,” he says.

I groan. “I’d rather get drenched by those clouds then find out what waits for me at home.”

Kevin pulls me up toward him and cups my chin with his hands. “Promise me that no matter what happens you will always remember this night as something beautiful. Where instead of feeling worthless, you felt loved. Instead of hiding in fear, you fought and won. Instead of feeling hopeless, you remembered what it felt like to come alive.”

I allow a slow tear to fall and he wipes it off my cheek. “How did I even find you?”

He smiles and grabs my hand to keep walking. “I like to think we found each other.”

We turn the corner of my street and the rain starts to fall—slow steady drops making their way down—and for the first time I am anxious to get home just to hear the rain falling gently against my window. I sigh with contentment and Kevin drops his head in agreement. We walk this way until we get to my house, where, out of habit, I look for dad’s truck in the driveway.

He’s not there, but I’m not surprised. I take a deep breath and turn toward Kevin.

“Thanks for tonight.”

He kisses me on the cheek. “Of course. Go inside and hang out with your brother. Write about our sordid adventure tonight.” He winks and I blush, thinking again of the train’s headlight blinding me before I finally took the leap. I wrap my arms around his waist and lay my head on his chest for a little while before finally letting go. I walk in the front door to a silent house, my mom crashed out on the couch with cough syrup on the table and a pill bottle in her hand. Walking over to her, I place a finger on her throat just to feel the pulse and once satisfied, walk towards the bathroom to take a shower and wash off the grime from tonight.

It’s pretty sad when mom has to create her own cocktail in order to sleep through whatever may happen at night. I turn on the shower, allowing the hot water to warm my frozen bones. I think of my time with Kevin and blush as the steam starts rolling into the rest of the bathroom, fogging up the mirror. I know then, in the middle of another night spent with Kevin Matouse, I am desperately in love.

It scares me to death.

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