I wait, you play. You speak, I cave. I promise, you break. You game me, daily, you play me.
There were two sides of Julian, she thought, and she remembered a line from something she'd read --Emily Brontë, maybe. Different as a moonbeam and lightning.She wanted to reach the moonbeam part, but...
This isn't a game," he repeats. It's real. What you do here determines your survival. He pauses. "And the survival of every other person on this planet.I laugh.He doesn't. And that tells me he's eith...
He cared less, so they cared more. He said it was beautiful. I knew he was broken.This was his game.