Broken Hearts by R.G. Angel EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: R.G. Angel
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Just over a year has passed since the stars saw my brush with death.
Since a stranger’s hand snatched me from the abyss.
My nights have been clipped short for as long as I can remember, a habit
etched into my bones, a remnant of a past life where the morning hours
were filled with the rich, resonant sounds of my violin. Now, the silence of
my room hangs heavy through the void where music used to live, a constant
reminder of what I lost.
Nightmares often jolt me awake, leaving my skin cold and clammy. In
these visions, no savior awaits—only the sharp sting of regret as I fall
toward the icy water below. I banish the thought with a fierce shake of my
head. Not today.
Silverbrook is supposed to be my chance to build a new life, one I had
thought was all mapped out but now has to be rebuilt from scratch.
This school, this scholarship, is all I have left, and despite my worst
mistake lurking in these halls, I won’t let it—or him—claim anything more
from me. He has already stolen too much.
I stretch out my fingers, feeling the tightness in my knuckles easing with
each flex. The pins and needles that some days are more persistent than
others.
Giving up on sleep, I decide to quietly head to the kitchen to make
breakfast. My two roommates are still sleeping. Poppy is an early riser too
though, and even if I’m trying to be careful making myself some eggs, I
know she will be out soon enough. As for Vanessa? I have no fear. No
amount of noise can wake her when she sleeps.
Seated at the counter, I unfold my schedule. Packed almost to the point of
being overextended, it’s a welcome distraction from a past that’s tethered to
my heels. I trail my finger over the color-coded classes. I have colored them
based on difficulty, credit, and potential impact on the major I will pick
later.
Poppy’s door creaks open midway through my meal. She emerges, her
hair a wild tangle of brown curls. “Morning, early bird,” she mumbles,
rubbing her eyes.
“Morning,” I reply, trying to keep my tone light despite the serious
subject that is clouding my thoughts.
She wraps her hands around her coffee cup, her stomach growling loud
enough to echo off the kitchen walls. The sound is an unexpected
interruption to our quiet morning. She blushes, and I once again realize that
being as thin as she is, is probably not by choice.
I open the oven and take out a plate, the contents of bacon and eggs still
warm. “It’s one of those days when I wake up early and can’t go back to
sleep, so I made breakfast for all of us.” The smell of the food fills the
kitchen, and I place the plate in front of Poppy. “Here you go.”
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