Chapter 44
“Being independent means writing one’s own story every day.”
{Rosie’s POV}
It’s so ironic how some unknown creature is going for my heart. Of all the people they could choose from, they chose me; someone who’s heart is as fragile as a broken glass that was glued together. Someone who’s heart is as weak as a dying baby.
Growing up, I have always hated my heart. I felt like it was the reason why my parents got divorced, it was the reason why my life was so f*cked up, it was the reason why I couldn’t be like anyone else. My heart is bad luck and whoever those people that were going for it are making a huge freaking mistake. They’re going for the wrong girl and certainly the wrong heart.
William automatically scooted over to me protectively as if someone would take my heart any
