Chapter 60: Chapter 21 - Did You Knock Your Head On Your Way? (1)

Never caught a feelin' this hard,  harder than the liquor I pour

Tell me you don't want me no more,  but I can't let go

Everybody told me so,  feelin' like I sold my soul

Devil in the form of a whore

You said it

No, you said it

We'd be together

Oooh, I fall apart, down to my core

Oooh, didn't know it before

Surprised when you caught me off guard

All this damn jewelry I bought

You was my shorty, I thought

— I Fall Apart by Post Malone

T Y L E R

"So, where is she?" asked Faith as we walked in front of the Columbia Business School building. After I had walked out of the apartment, I had been wandering around, basically doing anything I could to harden my heart so I would not turn around and tell Autumn everything.