Everything in my life is going wrong.
I'm as crumpled as the pillow that I'm crying into. Yeah, I know--Me, Tybalt, Hottie, Sex-God, Motorcycle Big-shot--crying.
Crying like there's no tomorrow.
The screen on my phone blurs rainbow with tears as I skim through all the messages I've sent over the past few days. There aren't many that catch my eye. Just that one from Juliette.
I hope she knows how beautiful she is.
I hope she knows how much I love her.
Even as my body rots with Maria, and what she left inside me.
I hope she knows.