Her words. Her pain, it was tangible.
It was brutal, but it was also beautiful.
Jace stared at the notice board, or more specifically, Isabelle’s poem displayed boldly next to Kimberley’s on the notice board.
Her words slid over him and he felt a stupid urge to either hit something or cry. He hated that she felt this way but really hated that she had ripped herself raw, and now the whole school would bear witness to it.
Distractedly he eyed Kimberley’s poem to try and ease his anger, but after he finished reading the last paragraph – twice - he felt more enraged than ever.
Not caring about the consequences, he ripped both poems down and shoved them in his bag. Screw the school and the idiots in it having that kind of emotional ammo. Not even Kimberley deserved that.
“Hey!”
Jace jump
