And then I did laugh, even though the future was a dangerous place, because I loved her, and she loved me, and the world was beautiful.
I was suddenly overwhelmed by what an incredible person this boy was, standing in front of me, and by the fact that he was mine and I was his.
Hello, Grace’s parents. I’m Grace’s boyfriend. Please notice the chaste distance between us. I am very responsible and have never had my tongue in your daughter’s mouth.
To Grace, these were the things that mattered: my hands on her cheeks, my lips on her mouth. The fleeting touches that meant I loved her.
My parents had always been so careful with me, until the day they decided I needed to die.
Silence was never a wrong answer.
It’s a hard thing to hold a civil conversation after recalling that one party has used a Taser on the other, so both of them finished the walk in silence.
In the darkness, he is invisible, but I can still feel him beside me. Sometimes you don’t have to see something to know it is there.
Sam: For once in my life, I was here and nowhere else.
Aglionby Academy was the number one reason Blue had developed her two rules: One, stay away from boys because they were trouble. And two, stay away from Aglionby boys, because they were bastards.
It was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if she’d done this before and already she longed to do it again.
There was something awful about terror trapped behind silence.
I walk through the seasons and always the birds are singing and screaming and keening for love When you’re with me it seems so absurd that I should be jealous of the jay and the dove.
Folded in my arms you’re a butterfly in reverse you’re giving up your wings and inheriting my curse you’re letting go of me you’re letting go.
Shhhhhh, shhhhhh, says the sea, but I don’t believe her.
Grace: I picked up my sweater from the floor and crawled back into bed. Shoving my pillow aside, I balled up the sweater to use instead. I fell asleep to the scent of my wolf. Pine needles, cold rain, earthy perfume, coarse bristles on my face. It was almost like he was there.
Dying’s a boring side effect.
I am so, so alive.
Life’s pain. You just have to get over as much of it as you can. -Isabel Culpeper.
It was the perfect moment to tell her. This is my last year. But I couldn’t say it. Not yet. I wanted another minute, another hour, another night of pretending this wasn’t the end.