Summer
Oh my god.
What did I just do!
I kissed him back and then I kneed him in the balls. F.ck. May be Rose was right, I don’t have to be the naïve Summer who I used to be, who fell for the picture Gabriel presented back when I still dreamt about princes and princesses and their fairytales and happily ever after. I could be Winter. The one who had done everything on her own. Who left everything behind, her home, her friends and security of what she was. I could be that Winter who got a new job, new apartment, sent her sister to school. I could be cold and calculative to survive one Gabriel Wolfe, just like I was when I had survived the world beyond the limits of New Orleans.
He was obsessed with the Little Red, what if she wasn’t here.
I smiled to myself. I’d give him everything lik
