I touch her cheek to slow the kiss down, holding her mouth on mine so I can feel every place where our lips touch and every place where they pull away. I savor the air we share in the second afterward...
I laugh, and it's laughter, not light, that casts out the darkness building within me, that reminds me I am still alive, even in this strange place where everything I've ever known is coming apart.
Before I leave the bathroom, I pinch my cheeks hard to bring blood to the surface of my skin. It’s stupid, but I don’t want to look weak and exhausted in front of everyone.When I walk back into Tobias...
Or maybe we'll make a home somewhere inside ourselves, to carry with us wherever we go- which is the way I carry my mother now.
I pout my lower lip for a second, but then I grin as the pieces come together. why you like me! I exclaim. Because you're not very nice either! It makes so much more sense now.
I love you I say.I love you, too he says. I'll see you soon.
I keep finding myself stifled by the company of others and then crippled by loneliness when I leave them. I am terrified and I don't even know of what, because I have lost everything already.
He holds my face in both hands and kisses me back. I press into the distance between us until it is gone, crushing the secrets we have kept and the suspicions we have harbored-for good, I hope.
Can you be a girl for a few seconds?I'm always a girl I frown.You know what I mean. Like a silly, annoying girlI twirl my hair around my finger. Kay.
There's a reason why she left them, Lauren, he says. His voice is deep, and it rumbles. What's your name? Um... I don't know why I hesitate. But Beatrice just doesn't sound right anymore.Think about i...
Can I be forgiven for all I've done to get here?I want to be.I can.I believe it.
Because even a sliver of distance between us is infuriating.
And I'm the kind of person who does not let inconsequential things like boys and near death experiences stop her.
I feel the urge, familiar now, to wrench myself from my body and speak directly into her mind. It is the same urge, I realize, that makes me want to kiss her every time I see her, because even a slive...
I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me--they, and the love and loyaty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.
If you see someone in trouble, you should help them. Experiment or not.
If someone offer you an opportunity to get closer to your enemy, you always take it.
Eyes open, then, I say, tapping the skin between my eyebrows. I don’t really need her eyes to be on mine, but I feel better when they are.
We don't know what's happened out there since they put us in here, or how many generations have lived and died since they did.We could be the last people left.
Relax Beatrice, I've driven a car before.' MARCUS'I've done a lot of things before, but that doesn't mean I'm any good at them!' TRIS