I didn't know what to say when someone's given you a small free kiss in the dark ...
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Through the night we drove in a tangle of waking and sleeping, nightmares from hell and holy white dreams.
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I couldn't tell what colour her eyes were. They were wet and dark and shining, like pools of deep, still water. For a second I thought I could see pictures in them, like I was looking right inside her to where her memories were. She smiled, and I wondered if she knew what I'd seen or if she could see the pictures I kept hidden inside myself.
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Running away was easy; not knowing what to do next was the hard part.
Glenda MillardStichwörter: running-away
But saying stuff, even if it's good, isn't enough. Dad never did anything, he just talked about it. Even I knew you needed plans.
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When the doors closed behind me I felt like a bird had got inside my chest and was beating its wings trying to get loose, and it wasn't leaving much room for me to breathe.
Glenda MillardStichwörter: doors bird breathe
It's like waking up and finding there's a war on. Nothing's the way it used to be and it's difficult to get your balance. That's why I held Billy's hand.
Glenda MillardStichwörter: war waking-up holding-hands get-your-balance
He was like a shattered stained-glass window: something beautiful that's broken; a million colours fallen on the ground where no light can get through.
Glenda MillardStichwörter: light colours broken stained-glass
Sometimes I can see colour without opening my eyes. I saw that Billy's heart was no colour and every colour. Like water or diamonds or crystals, it's pure and reflects the light.
Glenda MillardStichwörter: heart light eyes diamonds colour crystals reflects
I didn't understand right away what she meant. But her words soaked through my skull like warm oil, behind my eyes, down my spine and into the empty space inside me.
Glenda MillardStichwörter: words understand empty-space warm-oil
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