You’re missing the point. It’s not that I believe in what Lee’s saying; it’s that I hope he’s right. I really, really hope he’s right, because what’s the alternative?
If I wasn’t the same person I had been six years ago, how could I expect her to be?
Anyone who questined me-I made them feel crazy for doing it.
This time should have been no different. But it was.
Because I’m not strong enough to survive seeing you with the League! I said. Because I wanted you, after everything you went through, to have a chance to find your parents and live your life.
Who I was ad who I had beed disconnected, leaving me stranded somewhere in the middle.
What had Miss Finch said, all those years ago? That there were no do-overs, no comebacks? That once someone was gone, they were gone forever. Dead flowers didn’t bloom, and they didn’t grow.
I didn’t know how to explain it, because I had never wanted to.
It was instinct to pull back, to let go before I felt him let go first, bu he didn’t allow me.
Some spent so long outside of their own heads that they couldn’t function right when they finally had to return their own.
All around the garage and house were pieces of me, but they couln’t put them together. They didn’t see the completed puzzle standing in front of them.
Don’t just get up and go like that again-like you always do.
We could have stayed together in that comfortable silence for hours, and it still wouldn’t have been enought for me.
If he was hoping to read some clue in my face, he was going to be disappointed; I’d spent the better part of last six years schooling my expression. Whatever he suspected couldn’t have been the truth.
It was nothing that would hawe seemed odd from the outside, looking in, or drawn attention unless you were really, truly staring at it.
I already felt like the freak of freaks without the added realization that I lacked the basic ability of communicating normally with other human beings.
There was nothing judgemental or accusatory about the question, so why did I still feel like an idiot?
It was better not to talk. They had a way of hearing one thing and processing it as something else.
I had the strangest sensation of floating, of drifting farther and farther away with nothing and no one to cling to. I was standing right beside her, but the distance between us had split into the kind of canyon I couldn’t jump across.
Walking through your memories doesn’t tell me what’s going on inside of your head. No cause, only effect.