Chapter 48It's Their Dying, Not Yours
Noah
"I killed him."
"Who?"
"The guy I was in love with."
"When I started high school I was ready for a fresh start - to go back to the happy girl who played soccer and loved spending time with her family." She fiddled with her fingers as she spoke, clearly uneasy as she opened up the memories she had shoved away.
"It had been two years since my parent's divorce since Charlie and my dad moved away. Those two years were miserable." She chuckled dryly.
"My mom is a workaholic who spends all of her time at work, worrying about work and nothing else. It's her life, literally," she told me. "It's all she's ever cared about. She was the mother who forget her child's birthdays and wouldn't notice if I had been sleeping at my friend's houses all week an
