- Becca Fitzpatrick | Fisilti

I didn't know him. But my soul did.

The rain fell in soft, relentless whispers over Coldwater, each drop a needle stitching me back into a life I couldn't remember. They said I fell. They said I was lost for eleven weeks. But when I opened my eyes in that hospital bed, the only thing missing was him. Fisilti - Becca Fitzpatrick

I stopped. The air turned electric. Every cell in my body screamed run , but my feet betrayed me, stepping closer. I didn't know him

"Who are you?"

"Angel," he said, the word scraping out of a throat full of broken glass. relentless whispers over Coldwater

I had chosen him once. I would choose him again.