It's so huge," I say to him, and he nods.
Ally CondieThe Society music plays around and over us, but our thoughts are our own.
Ally CondieEveryday the sun rolls by
Across the sky and through night's door
Every night the stars light high
Above the Earth and shine once more
Any day her boat might fly
Across the waves and to the shore
Tags: crossed
We can either try to change everything or just make the most of whatever time we have.
Ally CondieThis is a cruel thing to do because when someone knows your story they know you. And they can hurt you. It's why I give mine away in pieces, even to Cassia.
Ally CondieTags: ky
Ahora que he descubierto la forma de volar, ¿en qué dirección debería adentrarme en la noche? (...) La negrura que queda atrás no me preocupa, ni tampoco las estrellas que me aguardan.
Ally CondieHe's in pain. I am, too. It strikes me that perhaps this is part of what we are fighting to choose. Which pain we feel.
Ally CondieWas [Sisyphus] from your province?
'I don't know. I don't know if he's real,' Ky says. 'If he ever existed.'
'Then why tell his story?' I don't understand, and for a second I feel betrayed. Why did Ky tell me about this person and make me feel empathy for him when there's no proof that he ever lived at all?
Ky pauses for a moment before he answers, ...'Even if he didn't live his story, enough of us have lived lives just like it. So it's true anyway.
Tags: life truth stories myths real sisyphus
Two little dark figures, looking up. Are they looking at me? Is is him? This far away there's only one way to know. I point to the sky.
Ally CondieTags: dystopian-fiction teen-fiction crossed
For a moment nothing happens. The figure stands still and I stand cold and alive and-
He starts to run. I make my way down the rocks, slipping, sliding, trying to get to the plain. I wish, I think, my feet clumsy, moving too fast, not fast enough, I wish i could run, I wish I'd written a whole poem, I wish I kept the compass-
And then I reach the plain and wish for nothing but what I have. Ky. Running toward me. I have never seen him run like this, fast, free, strong, wild. He looks so beautiful, his body moves so right. He stops just close enough for me to see the blue of his eyes and forget the red on my hands and the green I wish I wore. "You're here," he says, breathing hard and hungry. sweat and dirt cover his face, and he looks at me as though I'm the only thing he ever needed to see. I open my mouth to say yes. But I only have time to breathe in before he closes the last of the distance. All I know is the kiss.
Tags: love dystopian-fiction teen-fiction crossed
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