I'd still thought that everything I thought about that night-the shame, the fear-would fade in time. But that hadn't happened. Instead, the things that I remembered, these little details, seemed to grow stronger, to the point where I could feel their weight in my chest. Nothing, however stuck with me more than the memory of stepping into that dark room and what I found there, and how the light then took that nightmare and made it real.
Sarah DessenTag: fear pain memory sad rape nightmare assault
She knew I could tell with one glance, one look, one simple instant. It was her eyes. Despite the thick makeup, they were still dark-rimmed., haunted, and sad. Most of all though, they were familiar. The fact that we were in front of hundreds of strangers changed nothing at all. I'd spent a summer with those same eyes-scared, lost, confused-staring back at me. I would have known them anywhere.
Sarah DessenTag: pain lost sadness sad rape sexual-assault
I thought this was a cookout. You know, dogs and burgers, Tater Tots, ambrosia salad" Dexter picked up a box of Twinkies, tossing them into the cart. "And Twinkies."
"It is,"..."Except that it's a cookout thrown by my mother."
"And?"
"And my mother doesn't cook."
He looked at me waiting.
"At all. My mother doesn't cook at all."
"She must cook sometimes."
"Nope."
"Everyone can make scrambled eggs, Remy. It's programmed into you at birth, the default setting. Like being able to swim and knowing not to mix pickles with oatmeal. You just KNOW.
Tag: humor dexter this-lullaby
Life is full of screwups," he said, chucking another paper at the split-level before taking the corner. "You're supposed to fail sometimes. It's a required part of the human existence.
Sarah DessenTag: failure
Because if you were the problem, chances were you could also be the solution. The only way to find out was to take another shot.
Sarah DessenLook. We both know life is short, Macy. Too short to waste a single second with anyone who doesn't appreciate and value you.
Sarah DessenIt's still a memory worth having, even if it's not exactly what you imagined.
Sarah DessenThe truth was, I wasn't sure. But I wanted to keep believing people could change, and it was certainly easier to do so when you were in the midst of it.
Sarah DessenWhat do you do when you finally hear everything you've always thought said aloud?
Sarah DessenI'm not saying I'm a liar,' I told him. He raised his eyebrows. 'That's not how I meant it, anyway.'
'How'd you mean it, then?'
I was digging myself a hole here, and I knew it. But still, I tried to explain myself. 'It's just... I don't always say what I feel.'
'Why not?'
'Because the truth sometimes hurts,' I said.
'Yeah,' he said. 'So do lies, though.
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