L.J.

They say revenge is a dish best served cold.

The thing about stiletto heels is that they make a hell of a dent when you walk all over the people who try to hurt you.

It started with a lemonade

And ended with my heart

This, my pretty reckless rival, is how our screwed-up story starts

“Baby.”

“Don’t baby me. I’m not your home. People don’t ruin their homes; they build them. They cherish them.”

“I can’t live without you,”

“So don’t.”

“But I also can’t contain all this pain, Moonshine.”

“Then let me carry some of it, too.”

As I peeked into her casket, at her tranquil smile, her gorgeous, porcelain face, that white chiffon gown she loved so much, I knew forever wasn’t long enough.

Not for a love like ours.

I didn’t look at her, but I felt her forehead resting against mine. Luna was a girl, but she was still really cool. Only downside was sometimes she asked too many questions with her eyes. Mom said it was because Luna cared about me. Not that I was going to admit it, but I cared about her, too.

“Are you okay?” she signed.