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 Binged “The End Of The F***ing World” And Had So Many Thoughts You have requested : The.End.Of.The.Fing.World....
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. She was right
"We could go to the coast," James suggested. "The place where the land just... stops." I Binged “The End Of The F***ing World”