Page 148 of Pierce Me

My brain is working on overdrive, trying to get a hold of a thought that keeps escaping me. Stuff doesn’t add up. What am I missing here?

The freaking truth, that’s what.

And here is the truth, as it finally dawns on my big, stupid head:

I remember the day I screamed at Lou about what she had done at the waterfall. I remember yelling at her that Eden had nearly drowned, and I remember the searing pain of saying the words out loud. I remember standing on top of that cliff, scared that I’d lose her for good.

And that’s when I finally realize it.

That meant that I hadn’t lost her for good until then.

That I still hoped to find Eden again—my Eden.

Does that mean I still do?

Saint Hope.

I wrote the lyrics thinking of her:

Saint Hope should have been your name

you are the thing with feathers

that nestled in my soul

You pierced my soul, Saint Hope

and then you flew back home.

Eden was right, my songsarefull of bitterness. I have not written one sweet thing about her that I did not immediately destroy with hate in the next verse.

But there is one thing that still stands tall in the middle of the ruins that I have made out of my heart and my life. She didn’t notice that, did she? She thinks that I’m gone and that all that’s left of me is ashes. But she is wrong. There is one thing that is still left inside me, one thing that’s worse than all the hatred and the bitterness put together.

It’s hope.

And despite everything, it’s still alive.

Kill me now.

Isaiah’s phone

Isaiah: Hey, my Greek friend, how are you doing?

Dimitris: Hey, man, what’s up?

Isaiah: When are you coming to Athens? I need you.

Dimitris: Hahaha you do?

Dimitris: I’m coming in two days for the show. Yiannis is coming too. Thanks for the tickets!

Isaiah: Could you grab an earlier flight? I kinda want to run something by you.

Dimitris: Anything for the great Issy Woo.

Dimitris: Ok, I saw that as I typed it and I want to apologize.

Dimitris: Is it a song?

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