Scarlett
Who needs the world when love is gone?
When I look down at my reflection it’s easy to tell something is wrong.
My red curls are brushing my cheeks. My porcelain skin is washed clean by the salty nightmare tears that I woke up with. They came hard and fast the second I woke up. I’m broken these days, but there’s something that’s worse than my puffy eyes.
It’s that the girl looking back at me misses a key ingredient.
Her ambition is gone.
I feel it in my veins, something gone, something forgotten, something I can’t get back.
Rhodes.
“Scarlett?”
I turn my head and pretend I’m not cut to the bone when I see my sister heading my way. Violet is looking so strong these days, so whole while I’m just...broken.
She slows when she sees me, like she is deciding whether or not t
