Campbell StevensI lie in bed, devastated. After getting back early this morning, I took up residence in my bed and I haven’t left. I have been here for hours. My mind has been replaying everything over and over in my head. For a brief moment, I believed—well, maybe I never truly believed, but I sure hoped that I could be normal. I wanted something with Deacon. If it could have worked with anyone, it would have been him. He was my shot, and I tried. I truly did.
Sometimes, things are too broken to be fixed. I have searched for the pieces of my soul. I have tried to mend it, but unfortunately, pieces were lost that day in Mexico, and I’ll never find them again.
I am broken.
I will always be angry with myself for letting this happen to me in the first place. I gave Alec the power over me t
