Puede que crea que me lo merecía. Tal vez no debería haberle mandado una rosa a Juliet o haberla empapado de cerveza en la fiesta. Tal vez no debería de haber copiado a Lauren Lornet en el examen. Tal vez no debería de haberle dicho lo que le dije a Kent. O quizás pienses que me lo merecía porque había decidido acostarme con Rob, porque no iba a conservar la virginidad y esas cosas.
Pero antes de que empieces a señalarme con el dedo, déjame hacerte una pregunta: ¿tan mala fui? ¿Tanto que merecía morir, morir así?
Las cosas que hice, ¿fueron mucho peores que las que hace cualquiera?
¿De verdad fueron peores que las que haces tú?
Piénsalo.
En fin, lo que quiero decires esto: tal vez tú puedas permitirte el lujo de esperar. Tal vez para ti haya un mañana. Tal vez para ti haya mil mañanas, o tres mil, o diez mil, y que te quede tanto tiempo que puedas bañarte en él, entretenerte, dejar que se te escurra entre los dedos. Tanto tiempo que puedas desperdiciarlo.
Pero para otras personas, solo queda un hoy. ¿Y sabes qué? Es imposible saber a cuál de los dos grupos perteneces.
Y ahora, en serio: ¿te sorprende que no me diera cuenta antes? ¿Te sorprende que me llevara tanto tiempo pensar en esa palabra? Muerte. Morirse. Muerta.
¿Crees que fui tonta? ¿Ingenua?
Trata de no prejuzgarme. Recuerda que tú y yo somos iguales.
Yo también creía que mi vida iba a durar eternamente.
Eventually she came. She appeared suddenly, exactly like she'd done that day- she stepped into the sunshine, she jumped, she laughed and threw her head back, so her long ponytail nearly grazed the waistband of her jeans.
After that, I couldn't think about anything else. The mole on the inside of her right elbow, like a dark blot of ink. The way she ripped her nails to shreds when she was nervous. Her eyes, deep as a promise. Her stomach, pale and soft and gorgeous, and the tiny dark cavity of her belly button.
I nearly went crazy.
Tags: alex
If Conrad remembered the skinny, frightened girl he'd held for one brief moment on a frigid Boston street corner, he showed no signs of it when we met
...
Even as I tried to urge hum back against the pillows, he looked at me with wild eyes.
"What happened to your leather jacket?" he asked.
"Shh," I said, trying to sooth him. "There's no leather jacket."
"You were wearing it the first time I saw you," he said, frowning slightly.
Tags: love remembrance annabel conrad
He’s speaking in the tone of voice that everyone uses when they’re about to break you apart.
Lauren OliverAre you sure that being like everybody else will make you happy?"
"I don't know any other way."
"Let me show you.
Tags: awwwwww-alex
I run for I don't know how long. Hours, maybe, or days. Alex told me to run. So I run.
Lauren OliverTags: oh-boo-hoo-tear-flick
He looks different. He is much thinner, and a scar runs from his eyebrow all the way down to his jaw. On his neck, just behind his left ear, a small tattooed number curves around the three-pronged scar that fooled me, for so long, into believing he was cured. His eyes-once a sweet, melted brown, like syrup-have hardened. Now they are stony, impenetrable.
Only his hair is the same: that auburn crown, like leaves in autumn.
Impossible. I close my eyes and reopen them: the boy from a dream, from a different lifetime. A boy brought back from the dead.
Alex.
Tags: wow
If there is a God, I guess he has nothing to say about it. If there is a God, he must have gotten tired of watching a long time ago.
Lauren OliverTags: god
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