My eyes are filling fast with tears and I blink and blink but the world is a mess and I want to laugh because all I can think is how horrible and beautiful it is, that our eyes blur the truth when we can’t bear to see it.
Because it’s so hard to be kind to the world when all you’ve ever felt is hate. Because it’s so hard to see goodness in the world when all you’ve ever known is terror.
I’d rather be shot dead screaming for justice than die alone in a prison of my own making.
How can I hate his anger,” he says, “when I know so well where it comes from?
I need to cool off,” I tell him, trying to moderate my voice. I’ll be back to shave your head while you’re sleeping.
I wondered if your eye color meant you saw the world differently. If the world saw you differently as a result.
Oh, so now you’re abusing the crippled kid, huh?” Kenji takes a moment to steady himself before punching Adam in the arm. “Save your angst for the battlefield, bro. You’re going to need it.
Then what’s happening right now? Because something is happening right now and it doesn’t feel okay,” he says, his voice catching.
I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
I feel like I’ve been fitted for wings.
Who’s Bruce Lee?” Kenji asks, horrified. “Oh my God. We can’t even be friends anymore.
I want so desperately to bridge the gap between our bodies. I want to press my lips to every part of him and I want to savor the scent of his skin, the strength in his limbs, in his heart. I want to wrap myself in the warmth and reassurance I’ve come to rely on. -Juliette.
I want a pocketful of punctuation marks to end the thoughts he’s forced into my head.
Because in the end it is our emotions that make us weak, not our actions.
I’m here for you kid. That’s what friends are for.
He leans into my ear. Lowers his voice. “Ignite, my love. Ignite.
It’s like I’ve been stuffed full of twigs and all I have to do is bend and my body will break. All the guilt, the anger, the frustration, the pent-up aggression inside of me has found an outlet and now it can’t be controlled.
I want to convince you to design a smile just for me.
Very well then, Ms. Ferrars. Good luck, and godspeed. Our world is in your hands.
There is nothing to fear. Nothing to worry about. Grieve nothing in this transitory world,” he says softly.