“Unrequited love does not die; it’s only beaten down to a secret place where it hides, curled and wounded. For some unfortunates, it turns bitter and means, and those who come after pay the price for the hurt done by the one who came before.”
― Ellie Newmark, The Book of Unholy Mischief
Chris's pov
I hurried over to the lake, I was always faster on foot. I didn’t bring my car, he offers to drop me off at home, every time I show up without a safer means of getting home. My cheeks heated at the thought. I know it’s out of his kind heart, but I can’t help but feel special. I'm the only one he calls to talk to.
The only one he shares his secrets with. Even though I know he doesn’t feel the same way, as long as I have this. I’m fine. My leg caught on a fallen branch, tripping me. I brac
