I suppose that means you don’t want any band-aids, either,” I said, a touch more bitterly than I’d meant to.

The city was dark except for the building lights that seemed to appear like sores – like bandaids had been ripped off to expose the city’s skin.

Being in love with your best friend is problematic.

As much as I cared about him, I wasn’t a slave to fate. I could choose to ignore my feelings, strong as they were. It would be painful, but no more so than letting myself...