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CHAPTER 1

Myles

My narrowed eyes follow her across the field as I feelin my chest

My hands are by ht I make fists to try and stop the obvious ers harder into my palms

I feel light headed and it’s not even that warm out I’ve drank an entire two liters of water since practice started, but I still have this overwhel thirst, this need…for her

Nuhter

I should blow the whistle and tell her to quit horsing around with her friends, but it’s that youthful exuberance that she often displays which is so daht in the chest

I can’t find the words to yell or the breath to blow the whistle I s hard, a gulp, and it’s only then I realize I was holding my breath this entire time

Shethe soccer ball to the side and her body jerks one way and then the other, her breasts shaking despite that practice jersey that’s a size too sh both the jersey and the sports bra underneath

I want to turn away, to coach some of the other players, but I can’t I’ at her like this

This is all so new

Just three an, her parents, and I were heading out to celebrate her acceptance letter to college

Then a week later her parents were killed by a drunk driver on her eighteenth birthday

I was devastated and so was she We spent hours talking about it, asking ourselves, and the universe, why Why did this terrible thing happen to two a people?