When his hands were dry and chapped, he recalled the softness of her skin. When the world shivered at the approaching winter, he recalled the warmth of being beside her. When he felt the sneering judgment of the eyes around him, he recalled the invincibility she’d instilled in him with her belief.
Is it not the case with these humans that they must be shown they desire something before they know they desire it?
Do you always close your eyes when frightened? Alastor asked. Open them wide, stare down your fear until it obeys you.
Do you believe in that world you spoke of, the one made for us?′ She swallowed, nodding. Her soft lips were against his bare skin, and he was a man, damn it all, and he was burning for her. The words that escaped him were choked with emotion. ‘If we aren’t to have it in this life, then in the next. If not now, then we’ll have forever.
When the deaths finally came to light, my elementary school put a strict ban on teachers and staff talking to us about what was then called Everheart’s disease, after Micheal Everheart, the first know kid to have died of it. Soon, someone somewhere decided to give it a proper name: Idiopathic Adolescent Acute Neurodegeneration – IAAN for short. And then it wasn’t just Micheal’s disease. It was all of ours.
The princess, the scoundrel, the farm boy. The senator, the smuggler, the dreamer. The Rebel leader, the captain, the pilot. More than what they believed of themselves. More than what others saw of them. And together, a new hope for the future.
It was the quality of her feelings that shattered him – the pure belief and care that she had for him. He’d underestimated her, and he was more the fool for it, for denying this regard... this love for him. There was no other word to describe it. It truly was the same for her. The thought flooded him, filled his veins with equal parts relief and agony.
Ir’s just that nowadays people are so quick to boil you down to the bare bones of info and upload you into a system, you know? And I think no one can ever really know another person unless you really pay attention... I don’t want to just see someone’s face; I want to know his shadow, too.
I brushed the hair away from his face, knowing he was waiting for me. This whole time, from the moment we met, he’d been waiting for me to realize he’d known me all along, and he had never once wanted me to change.
Both eyes open, Nick. He’ll make as if to cut your throat from the front as another knife slices clean through your back.
When a girl cries, few things are more worthless than a boy. Having two of them just meant that they stared at each other helplessly instead of at me. Chubs and Liam stood, up to their ears in awkward, until Chubs finally reached out and patted by head like he would have patted a dog.
She wondered if his privilege had made him blind to others’ suffering in his travels, or if maybe it took something of this magnitude to shatter that shield of self-righteousness that being white and male and wealthy had ways provided him with.
Seeing Chewie’s look, Han added, “Hey, you’re the married one. Find.
Interesting, though, that in the end we’re all just dogs.
Their thoughts did head in the same direction often enough, but there were times when Etta remained as mysterious as the stars in the sky.
Either my adorably sadistic grandfather has done something terrible to you, or you’re about to inform me that I’ve died by – rather stupidly, if I say so myself – falling off a mountain,” he said. “Those seem to be the only two reactions I get these days.
My eyes kept skipping back to her, drawn to her face like a lone candle flame in the dark.
Nicholas felt a peculiar sort of envy for his past self, the young man who still existed outside of the barbed knot of time. The one who had not yet been crushed into dust.
The question stayed with me every day, through every class, through every Op. I felt its teeth tighten around the back of my neck each time I was dismissed without a second look; it had locked it’s jaws and wouldn’t let me or my conscience go.
The wall I’d built up against the well of pain and fear and anger finally collapsed, and I began to cry. I sobbed, the way I had int he garage of my parents’ house on the last morning before they took me, I bawled because it was such a relied not to have to hold it in any longer, to have to pretend.