After He Broke Me

The Mor

split second, she forgot where she was until the ache in her chest remin

Take your time. You don'

ing "okay" for Elliot, holding it together when she was unraveling inside. But her

n still clinging to her skin. But somewhere in that reflection was

Memories

Zara offered to come, but Amelia insisted on

cologne in the air. Her slippers were by the door. The picture frame of them smiling in Pari

t beg for closure. She had learned that

en Grief Be

surrounded by old journals and half-finished poems s

ust for the pain, but for all the versions of hers

n. "You're wr

t's the only way I'll remember who I was

lia picked up a pen-not