Jennifer Hartmann

To the fractured and broken:

You are worth fixing.

and her eyes even sort of twinkle as I study her from one seat over.

Wait… twinkle?

No. Fuck, no.

I don’t notice shit like eye twinkles. I don’t even fucking remember my own eye color half the time.

Parker—

I have my starting points.

Now, I have my turning point.

I think you saved my life that night.

—Melody