Evan's POV
I don't remember the walk to the water. One moment I'm turning away from her at the edge of the school grounds with her taste still on my mouth, and the next I'm standing on the rocks below the headland with the sea slamming itself grey and white against the stone below me, and I don't know how much time has passed, and I don't care.
I kissed her.
Three years. Three years of a false name and a locked door and a life built entirely around the single principle that I do not let anyone close, because everyone who gets close to me ends up broken. Three years of taking the pills and keeping the distance and playing the cold stranger so well that even I half believed it. And she stood in front of me with the wind in her hair and told me she lay awake sick with worry over me, and ev
