Nicole Sobon

“As much as I hated the silence, I also found a small part of me that appreciated it. Because, even for just a brief moment, it allowed me to escape the chaos that surrounded me. Silence, as unnerving as it was, was also rather beautiful.”
― Nicole Sobon, Stouthearted

“On one hand, I knew that we should have headed back to the others. Taking time to get cozy with Glate wasn’t the smartest of choices, especially given what had happened last time we tried to take advantage of what little free time we’d had with one another.
But on the other hand? Life was far too short to not give into temptation every now and again. We were all merely existing to die at one point or another. There would be no happily-ever-after for any of us. Life was what you made of it, and even if the world that I had found myself in had been complete and utter shit, I had decided that I would see to it that I lived out my last days happily.”
― Nicole Sobon, Stouthearted

“I needed Hack to think that I would comply, that I’d go along with his nonsense because that would be the only way to discover the truth. I needed him to think he was in control so that he could slip up. All it would take was one mishap on his end, that was all I would need.

One mistake and I would be able to figure out what he was hiding.

So instead of allowing my anger to guide me, I chose to allow hope to lead me in the right direction.

Hope was my ammunition.

And I was the weapon.”
― Nicole Sobon

“I shot him a smile and spun back around to face my computer screen, unable to process what the hell had just happened. That was when I noticed a small Post-It-note pressed against my Dell monitor. Scribbled across the neon pink sticky was a note from Jesse:
Evie, what are you so afraid of?
-Jesse
What was I afraid of? I was afraid of everything.
I was afraid of letting people in.
I was afraid of falling.
But most of all, I was afraid of myself. I was my own worst enemy.
I grabbed a blank Post-It note from the container on my desk and pulled a black pen out of my coat pocket. I allowed my hand to move freely, not thinking of my response. Only then, after I placed the pen down on my desk did I read what I’d written.
Reality.”
― Nicole Sobon, Decoding Evie