Those deep set eyes that look like they could tell stories for days, and that wavy brown hair that feels soft between my fingers. I try to memorize the angles of his jaw and the lines of his lips, because I know.

I know this may be the last time I ever see him.

Breathe fills my lungs, my throat relaxes, and I can't help but smile. Because I can see what he's thinking as clearly as if he'd spoken.

He doesn't want to leave - he doesn't want to go home.

He's going to choose me instead.

Elizabeth Norris

Mots clés science-fiction science-fiction-romance ya unraveling ben-and-janelle bawling countdown

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Don’t, Mom.” I begin walking toward her, but I can see the mist forming in her eyes. “No, no, no.” By the time I reach her, it’s too late. She’s bawling. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s crying. Not because it makes me emotional, but because it annoys the hell out of me. And it’s awkward.

Colleen Hoover

Mots clés hope emotions sky hopeless emotional mom awkward annoying irritating colleen-hoover bawling annoys ugh

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