I’m not good for her. 

 

I’ll never be good for her, but no matter how many times I tell myself not to make her mine, she’s still the only one I’ll ever want. After all this time, I’m tired of fighting the pull I feel for Megan Thompson.

 

Except, life has a funny way of showing how little control you actually have. Our senior year of high school should have been the best one yet. Instead, it’s turned into a terrifying nightmare.

 

With my heart shattered, and my soul as dark as my hair, I don’t think I’ll ever come back from this. If she doesn’t make it, neither will I.