So many of the things I've wanted are the things I've been taught to fear.
Lauren DeStefanoWe seem to have much in common with a girl who was killed for her ideas," he says.
Lauren DeStefanoAll my unanswered questions are in the smoke and bottles she drew, begging to be burned away.
Lauren DeStefanoLook," Linden says. " Look how beautiful it is."
"The sunrise?" I ask.
"The start of a new day," Linden says. "Being healthy enough to witness it.
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I find my way back to the door, leaving him to his new day so he may think of Rose, whose sunrises are numbered.
Lauren DeStefanoI wanted someone, somewhere, whom I might never meet, to read a sentence I wrote and think, “I thought I was the only one who felt that way.
Lauren DeStefanoThe portrait rattles and goes still. I wonder if the dream would do my mother any good. I wonder if all that blackness has ever frightened her. I'd always assumed the children were on Internment, but do dreams have to be confined to the same place as the dreamer?
Lauren DeStefanoThere is no choice for him but to believe. He has nothing left to give in offering.
Lauren DeStefanoWe'll never get you back then," he said. The words were meant to frighten me, but instead they filled me with romantic notions that became a part of my game. I began to imagine being carried on the wind and landing on the ground, seeing for myself what was happening below our city. I could imagine such great and impossible things. Things I didn't have words for.
The madness of youth made me unafraid.
He gathers me up and I'm weightless before he sets me on the railing. He's the only thing keeping me from falling back, out of the reach of daylight. I'm not afraid of falling. I don't fear the sky beyond the train tracks like I did before. I can go anywhere just so long as it's with him.
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