What does it feel like to be infected?"
"I-- I can't describe it." I force the words out. Can't breathe, can't breathe, can't breathe. His skin smells like smoke from a wood fire, like soap, like heaven. I imagine tasting his skin; I imagine biting his lips.
"I want to know." His words are a whisper, barely audible. "I want to know with you.
Alex.
Lauren OliverStichwörter: love alex last-page lena
I'm sorry,Lena
Lauren OliverStichwörter: jealousy lena hana
I keep having the urge to cross my hands over my chest, to cover up my breasts, to hide. I'm suddenly aware of how pale I look in the sunshine, and how many moles I have spotting up and down my chest, and I just know he's looking at me thinking i'm wrong or deformed. But the he breathes, 'Beautiful' and when his eyes meet mine I know that he really, truly means it.
Lauren OliverStichwörter: beautiful alex lena
Laws of physics
laws of love
of time and space
and the (in)between place
(in)between you and me
and where we are
lost and looking
looking and lost
Stichwörter: love poem ethan lena
No one can tell us no. No one can make us stop. We have picked each other, and the rest of the world can go to hell.
Lauren OliverStichwörter: love lena lauren-oliver pandemonium juli
This is the strange way of the world, that people who simply want to love are instead forced to become warriors.
Lauren OliverStichwörter: delirium alex julian lena lauren-oliver requiem
I love you. Remember. And someday, I will find you again.
Lauren OliverStichwörter: delirium annabel lena
It's the rule of the wilds. You must be bigger, and stronger, and tougher.
A coldness radiates through me, a solid wall that is growing, piece by piece, in my chest. He doesn't love me.
He never loved me.
It was all a lie.
"The old Lena is dead." I say, and then push past him. Each step is more difficult than the last; the heaviness fills me and turns my limbs to stone.
You must hurt or be hurt.
Stichwörter: love lies alex lena requiem
I walked over and picked up one of the jugs. "What's this? Some kind of Caster disinfectant?"
Lena took it out of my hand and lined it up with the others. "Yeah, it's called bleach.
Stichwörter: ethan lena duchannes wate beautiful-chaos caster-chronicles
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