"It’s too quiet," she said, her voice cutting through the hum of the refrigerator.
I Binged “The End Of The F***ing World” And Had So Many Thoughts You have requested : The.End.Of.The.Fing.World....
"I know," Alyssa replied. "You're just a bit of an idiot. But you're my idiot." "It’s too quiet," she said, her voice cutting
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. But you're my idiot
The air in the diner tasted of stale grease and low-quality detergent, a scent that James had grown to find oddly comforting. Across from him, Alyssa was meticulously dismantling a sugar packet, her eyes fixed on the white grains spilling onto the Formica tabletop.