Sorry's Not Enough
Contemporary New Adult
emotional wall-building were an art form, Charlotte would be a grand
master. In order to hide emotional scars from the past, she builds an
impenetrable fortress of attitude. At least she thinks it's
impenetrable, until a summer writing workshop brings Steven into her
his obnoxious ego and stupid good looks, he's somehow immune to her
Stay the Hell Away from Me pheromones. What's even more bizarre is for
the first time, Charlotte can't quite bring herself to mind. But the
unexpected romance screeches to a halt when Charlotte and Steven walk
into the same classroom at the start of the school year and find
themselves on opposite sides of the desk. Steven's quick with the
apologies, but sorry doesn't seem to cut it when you've just found
yourself cast as a modern day Lolita, you know?
to avoid the pull of forbidden love isn't how Charlotte had hoped their
relationship would start. Being just emotionally distant enough, for
long enough, that the guy she doesn't want to admit she loves gets tired
of waiting isn't how she thought it would end, either. But she seems to
be wired for self-sabotage and can't stop herself. When no amount of
time or distance and no number of men can make her forget the comfort of
Steven's arms, Charlotte must dig into her painful past and face the
man whose betrayal destroyed her capacity for trust to begin with. And
by the time she finds the courage to so, will “sorry” be enough to get
There's a word you don't see every day. Charlotte circled it with her
red pen and drew a smiley at the end of the line, below where she'd
called out a different phrase for being trite. She continued making
notes in the margin as the others took turns giving feedback. By the
time she was done marking up the poem, the paper was also sanguinolent.
looked up when the group grew quiet. Her turn. She looked down at the
poem again and hoped its author wouldn't be offended. What was his name?
“It's a little confused,” she said. There was a pause and a shuffle of papers.
“What don't you understand?”
snapped her chin up and was taken aback by the force of his gaze. No
adjective could adequately describe the shade of green staring back at
“I'm not confused. Your poem is.”
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