Are you wowed?" Her pause is debilitating.
"Yes," she says a little breathlessly. "I'm wowed.
There are times when you stand on the cusp of moments so huge, you know you'll remember them forever. This is that moment for me and for Ryan.
Katie McGarryBeth feels likes this storm. Constant and persistent as a whole, but the more I get close and try to clutch the individual drops of rain, the more the water falls out of my hands.
Katie McGarryIt's our rain, Beth.
Katie McGarryYou're a lot like that bird in the barn. You're so scared that you're going to be caged in forever you can't see the way out. You smack yourself against the wall again and again and again. The door is open, Beth. Stop running in circles and walk out.
Katie McGarryThis overwhelming, encompassing feeling is love. It's not perfect and it's messy as hell. And it's exactly what I need.
Katie McGarryHow many more of us are faking the facade? How many more of us are pretending to be something we're not? Even better, how many of us will have the courage to be ourselves regardless of what others think?
Katie McGarryStichwörter: courage be-yourself faking-it stand-up-for-yourself
I hold the bottle out into the rain and watch as the steady flow slowly fills it. When there is enough, enough that Beth can clearly see, I close the bottle and hand it to her.
She raises a skeptical eyebrow, but accepts the bottle.
"It's our rain Beth."
Her head barely shakes to show her confusion while I rub the back of my neck and search for my courage. "I told you I loved you in this rain and when you doubt my words, I want you to look at this bottle.
Stichwörter: love ryan-and-beth
El peor tipo de llanto no era el tipo que todos podían ver, los lamentos en las esquinas, el desgarro de la ropa. No, el peor tipo es cuando tu alma lloraba y no importa lo que hagas, no hay manera de consolarla. Una parte se marchita y se convierte en una cicatriz en la parte de tu alma que sobrevive. Para la gente como Echo y yo, nuestras almas contenían más tejido cicatrizante que vida misma.
Katie McGarryI’M BUYING YOU A COAT.”
And I meant it. I opened the car door and slung my leather jacket around her shoulders.
“It’s February. Why don’t you ever have a damn jacket on?” Echo slid her arms through my coat, closing her eyes as she inhaled. When she finaly opened them, she fluttered her eyelashes, giving me a look of pure seduction. “Maybe I like wearing yours instead.”
I swalowed. I had plans, and those plans did not involve kissing her against my car. Dammit, she was going to kill me.
“Congratulations, it’s yours.
Stichwörter: pushing-the-limits
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