Pieces of Me
He doesn't say anything--he just pulls me into his arms and I let the waves of emotion crash down the
barriers I had so carefully constructed, smashing them to the ground with tsunami force, and I let it
because I know that Holden's arms are going to keep me upright.
A years worth of tears spill onto his shirt—I didn't think it was possible to cry any more but I was
wrong. He holds me in his arms until my eyes are red and dry and my breathing is nothing more than
gasps of air and gulps as I try to regain a little of my composure. Despite the hindering hiccups, I feel
like I can breathe for the first time in a long time.
“So what does this mean?” he asks.
“It means that I'm trying. Trying to be normal, to be the kind of girl who gets all giddy over her new
boyfriend, the kind of girl that smiles. But I'm not quite there yet. It means, that I'm asking for just a
“Time I can give. But Aria, don't take too long.”