You know," she says. "You're still alive. I don't know how many different ways I can try to tell you before it finally sinks in.
Courtney SummersStichwörter: alive courtney-summers fall-for-anything
I feel the space beside me in a way that knows he's been gone a while. and my chest is winding itself tight with everything that means for me. What does that mean for me. I don't move because I don't want to move. I keep my eyes closed because I don't want to open my eyes.
But eventually you have to move.
Eventually you have to open your eyes.
There's no note.
Stichwörter: courtney-summers fall-for-anything eventually
I close my eyes and lean my head against the seat, and the word fuck just repeats itself over and over in my head, because fuck.
Courtney SummersStichwörter: humor
I woke up and the last piece of my heart disappeared. I opened my eyes and I felt it go.
Courtney SummersI think some girls are just fucked up.
Courtney SummersWe eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner to the soundtrack of our own impending death.
Courtney SummersI don't know how I'm going to do this, move through the hours like someone who wants to still be breathing when I had so firmly made up my mind to stop.
Courtney SummersI move closer to the glass, as close as I can get to it, begging her, begging Lily, begging Grace, begging all of them to tell me what's left, to just tell me while the girl pushes against the window, turns her tiny hands into tiny fists, begging me for a taste of - life.
My life.
Lily disappears. Grace. They all leave, they're gone, they will never be here again. But the wright of what they've shown me is settling into my bones. I don't know if I will keep it, but just in this moment, however brief, I feel closer to it that I ever have before...
The dead girl presses her face against the glass. She wait for me to tell her what's next.
You need to bury it," Cary tells me. "All of that's over. You have to be here now.
Courtney SummersI think there’s nothing left for me. I don’t think that for everyone else.”
“So what do they have that you don’t at this point?”
I press my lips together. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I don’t want to talk about how everyone has something even if they don’t really have it anymore, that what they had makes them strong enough for this, to keep going.
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