Jaime Cortae. Thirteen. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Lover of peanut butter. Sometime angel, sometime mischief maker. Always Jaime.
Kat ZhangGuilt was acid in our veins. It corroded everything. Our heart. Our lungs. Our throat.
Kat ZhangSometimes we make mistakes, Eva. Sometimes we make mistakes and they’re so terrible the word mistake doesn’t seem big enough to encompass it. But it happens. And the only way to ever make up for it is by cleaning up the mess.
Kat Zhang(Addie) I said. (If it had been you - if it were you trapped inside. If you were the one who couldn't move, I'd go back. I'd go back in a second.)
Kat ZhangOne second. A snapshot of fear and sweat and blood.
Kat ZhangAddie was warm and radiant next to me, making up half of us. But I - I was Eva, Eva, Eva, all the way through.
Kat ZhangI was terrified. I was eleven years old, and though I'd been told my entire life that it was entirely natural for the recessive soul to fade away, I didn't want to go. I wanted twenty thousand more sunrises, three thousand more hot summer days at the pool. I wanted to know what it was like to have a first kiss. The other recessives were lucky to have disappeared at four or five. They knew less.
Kat ZhangIf you're there, Eva...if you're really there..." His fingers tightened around our shoulder, digging into our skin. "I love you, too. Always"
Then he pushed us away.
I was caged in our body and caged in his arms and, somehow, the former was the real prison.
Kat ZhangI said.
Kat ZhangPage 1 of 2.
next last »
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.