Exiled: A Black Diamond Novel

At this point, I don’t even know anymore if I’m just in love with a memory…
Or the boy who would probably just be a stranger to me now. The boy who is now a man and might see me as the villain in their story.
So I think I’m going to stop writing you. At least, I’m going to try. It doesn’t feel like I’m writing to you so much anymore, as I am a ghost, and that doesn’t sit well with me.
God, I hope you’re not a ghost.
If you are, feel free to haunt me.
Then again, you already are…
Storms and all, always,
Nolan

Well, it’s not in the stars you’ll find us.
Not Nolan and me.
Our story lives on in the lightning, forever painting the night sky violet.

Wrong or right—messy that it is—I know as well as she does that we wouldn’t trade a single, goddamn second of what led us here.
Because we’re here.
All of us.
Happy and whole.
No longer exiled…
But loved.