I consider for a second. There are so many places Penny
always wanted to go. I could list them off and go on and on all night.
‘She loved
Hyde Park,’ I say. ‘We always went there. The café’s so expensive but when it’s
nice you can sit outside and bring your own stuff and be sneaky. We always used
to.’
‘We’ll
start there then,’ Elle says. ‘Maybe she’s waiting there for you.’
I nod.
We’ve been
through a lot in a short amount of time, but I know I have friends here, and
something to go on living for. I think
the trick is to believe that one day Penny’s path will cross with mine again.
As me and
Elle hold hands, disappearing into the Edge and leave the boys behind, we step
into the unknown. If my three days dead has taught me anything, maybe that’s a
good thing.
End of Volume One
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