Prologue
Do you think when you rip the petals off a rose, it can feel? I think it can. Just because it can't talk doesn't mean it can't feel pain. Just because I couldn't talk about what happened to me didn't mean I couldn't still feel the scars.
I ran, I started over, I fell in love. I was chasing tomorrow, hoping for a new beginning with Julian. The problem was chasing was still a form of running. If I wanted the future I saw with Julian, then I had to claim what I wanted, face my monsters, and allow myself not to feel guilt about Peter's death.
I had to claim tomorrow.