All Our Broken Pieces

I pulled up the last message Devin had sent me—four days ago. Sorry, Gin. This interview is going way longer than I expected. Don't wait for me.

I hesitated for a moment and then replied, like so many times before. I went to your funeral today.

Ginny and Devin have been best friends for most of their lives. They've relied on each other, laughed with each other, kept each other sane. But now Devin is dead, and Ginny is floundering to find a way to cope with the loss and continue living when the one person she's always relied on is gone.

So she does what she's always done. She pours her frustrations into texts to Devin, or at least to Devin's useless phone number. She sends her pain and anger out into the void of cellular data with no hope of response. Until the day when someone does respond.

Ginny knows that this person—this Not-Devin—won't ever replace her best friend, but maybe he can help her heal, or at least give her a reason to smile again.

This is a story about love and grief, about finding happiness even in the darkest spaces, and reaching out for help when we need it. Ginny and Alex's sweet romance is one of empathy and understanding, and will leave you with a sigh of contentment and hope.