Part of me wants to throw my phone into the lake. Another part wants to run to him, stupid and desperate, just to feel something other than this hollow ache.
I hope she’s right.
So I told her. Not everything — some doors stay closed — but enough. Enough for her to pull me into a hug so tight I felt my ribs protest. Enough for her to say, “You don’t have to be brave alone.” emily's diary part 22