They all taste the same. They’re all made of the same ingredients, so there is no way they taste differently.” Now it’s my turn to stand there just blinking at him. He can’t be serious, can he? So if there is a chance that I can be her light shining through the darkness, that I can be the yang to her yin, I have to try” LILS!” Yup, I can now confirm, it’s Winter. “COME GET DRUNK WITH US!” The hell I will. It’s Sunday. I have classes tomorrow. I won’t get drunk on a Sunday night with my best friend and whoever her company is. She knows better than to ask me such thing.

Good an hour passes and we’re finally in New York City. Well, literally. Not just the state. St. Trewery is located in New City, New York. Our college is actually only a one-and-a-half-hour car drive away from Manhattan.The next thing I know, an angry Winter is storming toward my door. She grabs the door handle, pulling it after her as she leaves my room.

I want to ask why he said “everyone that doesn’t want to die” then. It doesn’t make much sense otherwise, maybe it does in some ways. But before I get the chance to ask, he speaks again.Not sure. I don’t pay much attention to people, you know that.” That’s true, at least in some ways. Grey isn’t much the people-person. He sure doesn’t mind being around people, but he tries to avoid them as much as possible. I shouldn’t push him any further. But to hell with that. Aaron Marsh just openly admitted on not being with her, yet he doesn’t want me touching this girl. We both agreed on never mentioning that we’re siblings. Though, if someone looked at the both of us a little longer than just a second, I’m sure it’s obvious that we’re twins. We look ridiculously alike. Fortunately, I have the more feminine genes. And I’m way shorter than Aaron. Probably by a whole foot. Not a clue how that happened. I need more information than a name, Princess,” Grey says. He raises his brows in anticipation, waiting for the ultimate description on my behalf. I wouldn’t know what to tell you,” I reply in all honesty. It’s the truth. Even if I wanted to open up to her, I wouldn’t know what to say.

So good. The book did make me cry. its not often that I read sad books but this one was amazing and felt so honest and heartfelt I play with my thumbs, looking out of the window, hoping to come up with words to say. I end up nodding an answer. There is no way I could explain what he read otherwise. It was as clear as a cleaned window. The words “I want to die” are unmistakable. There is no way anyone could interpret them differently to what they say.Dark-humored. I am a depressed being, making jokes about my death to cope. Maybe they’re not too much of jokes since I actually do want to die.

I also find out that Eira is 16 years old. She spent her birthday at the hospital, it was also the day she decided to go home and spend the rest of her life where she thought she belonged. Marrying the only person he knows cares about Brooklyn as much as he does should fix everything. And it sure helps that Emory can’t stand him, but loves his daughter, because it means there won’t ever be feelings getting involved. The door to my room swings open in a swift move. It’s so fast, I barely even see it until I hear the thud it creates when the door slams into my desk. Let’s pray my door didn’t get any damage from that. I call bullshit, Lily.” Of course she does. Just like everyone else at this college, Winter has no idea that Aaron and I are related. “He is totally cheating on me with you. My best friend. You’re not supposed to screw guys I’m in love with.” I’m not into Aaron specifically.” I don’t miss the disgusted tone in her voice, but I don’t dare asking her about it. “He dated my best friend for a while before breaking her heart.” At least she offers me an explanation anyway. Though, I don’t believe her.I listen to Eira babble about literally everything and nothing at all. For the next thirty minutes, she tells me all about how Colin used to take her skating with him when their mother wasn’t around. She mentions something about their mother never liking the idea of Eira being on the ice because her bones have always been pretty breakable. Jesus, Lily!” A very angry Winter calls from my room door. She is interrupting my precious time writing my goodbyes. As promised—kind of—I force myself off my comfortable bed and walk over to my dresser. It’s all I could fit into this tiny room with a bed and a desk.