On Tabitha Suzuma’s Forbidden (Again)
Finished it. Am devastated. Destroyed. Depressed. Lots of “d” words.
Lochan, you and I have green eyes and terrible anxiety, which means we are exactly alike, (except for how you live in London and have four siblings, one of whom you fancy in the sack.)
AND GOD. I am just so sad. SAD.
Maya! Lochan! Kit! Tiffin! Willa!