Elodie Hart

A grim laugh escapes me. ‘Madeleine, touching you would make any man feel better.’

A grim laugh escapes me. ‘Madeleine, touching you would make any man feel better.’

I’m not stupid. I know how it looks from the outside. So does Zach.

But we both know how it feels from the inside.

And they don’t.

So there.

‘I love you,’ I manage to blurt out in a kind of desperate and not hugely romantic way, but I need him to know, like, yesterday. ‘I love you so much.’ My entire face contorts, and I burst out crying again as I collapse on his shoulder.

some point, my darling, when you’re ready, I’ll send you a new love, she wrote. She’ll be amazing. Nothing like me—obviously—because I’m a one-off. In fact, I’m going to find someone so different from me that she’ll make your head spin. But I have a feeling she’ll still leave unfinished cups of tea everywhere and sing the whole fucking time and drive you up the wall.

Because I’m mean like that. You didn’t think I’d leave you in peace, did you?

Although she will be seriously stunning—just like me :).

Because I’m not that mean. And you’re welcome.

At some point, my darling, when you’re ready, I’ll send you a new love, she wrote. She’ll be amazing. Nothing like me—obviously—because I’m a one-off. In fact, I’m going to find someone so different from me that she’ll make your head spin. But I have a feeling she’ll still leave unfinished cups of tea everywhere and sing the whole fucking time and drive you up the wall.

Because I’m mean like that. You didn’t think I’d leave you in peace, did you?

Although she will be seriously stunning—just like me :).

Because I’m not that mean. And you’re welcome.