Keep the Pen Lose the Girl
Language: en
Miles has a tongue like a serrated knife—sharp, jagged, and designed to leave a mark. When I first got my curtain bangs, he spent an agonizingly long time scrutinizing me. Finally, he let out a dry, hollow laugh. "Did you honestly think your face wasn't round enough? You really had to frame it like that just to make sure you look more like a dinner plate?" I lost count of the times he reduced me to tears. But he was gorgeous, and he always seemed to show up exactly when I needed him. So, I did what women in love always do: I gaslit myself. I told myself he was just one of those men who…