"I know," Alyssa replied. "You're just a bit of an idiot. But you're my idiot."
Alyssa looked up, a small, jagged smile playing on her lips. She remembered the beach—the place she called the edge of the world . It was the only place they had ever felt safe, even if that safety was an illusion built on stolen cars and narrow escapes. You have requested : The.End.Of.The.Fing.World....
She was right. They had both been hollowed out by their experiences—James by the violence he thought he wanted, and Alyssa by the abandonment she had always feared. They were two broken halves that didn't quite make a whole, but they fit together in a way that made the rest of the world feel like the outlier. "I know," Alyssa replied