❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
‘i don’t care anymore. i think you forgot that when you decided to talk to me again. everyone thinks i’m such a heart-breaker but the truth is, you broke mine first.’
“Oh, I see how it is. It’s always going to come back to that, isn’t it?” Teddy hissed. “Grow up, Cristina! It’s not as if this — whatever this is — was going to last! I’m supposed to be your teacher, nothing more.”
And though the words tasted sour on
her tongue — lies that she’d mustered
through gritted teeth — Teddy knew it
was for the best.
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