Rachel van Dyken

anal and accusatory,

Panic flared in my chest, and suddenly all I could do was stand there and watch in horror

Did he have to be so attractive? So annoying? So perfect? Everything about Rip made me both homicidal and pitiful. I didn’t

At least he wasn’t yelling. Not that he ever raised his voice. Sometimes I wished he would, sometimes I wished he’d just react, one time in his life. But most of all, I wished that he would let himself mourn.

Last time I’d written off any sort of hope we could be together.