Are you waiting for someone to come and get you?” I whisper. I sound small and thirsty. He doesn’t answer. Instead, he bends his head and kisses me, just once, then let’s me go.
When Connor would kiss Angelie in the halls last spring, he did it like he was trying to suck the chocolate off the outside of a Klondike bar.
It could last for hours. This is more like seeing a star fall - thrilling and soundless and then over.
Her smile doesn't look any more real than mine. I wonder if she has to practice too.
Brenna YovanoffHe smiles an honest smile for the first time, and the difference is hard to describe but easy to recognize.
Brenna YovanoffPeople make decisions, and maybe you don't always agree, but those choices are still their own.
Brenna YovanoffTags: decisions choices choices-and-consequences
It was completely unshocking that there were monsters in the world, secret
rituals and underground burrows filled with the dead, when in my own way, I was secret and sort of monstrous too. It just didn’t show in the same way.
Her voice was like loneliness. It was regret. She sang about a past you couldn't get out of and didn't want.
Brenna YovanoffShe was the purest, biggest truth.
Brenna YovanoffI still can't picture what he does in his every day life when he's not busy with school or misdemeanors or me.
Brenna YovanoffTags: hannah finnegan-boone
Goodbye," she said.
When I didn't say it back, she rested her hand on the top of my head. The weight was strange and gentle. "I love you," she said. "And when I tell you goodbye, I don't mean forever or for long. Just that I'm going home now, and so are you.
Tags: love goodbyes parting farewells
On the opposite page, there was a poem. It described how beauty and truth mattered more than anything else. They were the same thing.
But it didn't matter how pretty you painted the world.
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