Everyone thinks Millie Ward is fragile… They’re wrong. They don’t see what I see because she only shows her colors when my hand becomes her necklace.
When I make her watch me ruin what’s left of her sanity. She’s a shadow of the girl she once was, hiding under oversized sweaters, her eyes cast down, her mouth shut.
I’ve associated silence with punishment my whole life, but even when Millie doesn’t speak, her body beneath mine is loud. I should stay away. She’s my best friend’s little sister.
But I’ve never been good at doing what I should, so I push and pull until we’re both losing ourselves in each other. She almost died last year… now she’s a sickness spreading through my veins.
I hope it kills me before she finds out I almost killed her.
