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284 pages, Paperback
First published February 2, 2012
"~Jade~
I dream of drowning and red doors and dead things. It
is not a restful night, but even with my nightmares, I hold onto the one tiny
hope I am closer to answers. I have a name, a place and I hope with the two I
will at least be pointed in the right direction."
"A red glow pulsates around Connor. It wraps around him and
reaches out to me, pulling me closer to him. Even when his eyes fall away from
me, the connection isn’t broken. Something real and tangible is between us,
reaching. It has been so long since he’s beamed light. I smile at him and walk
down the stairs, feeling a warmth and electricity in the air . But his eyes are
shy and he doesn’t look at me again. In fact, he looks everywhere but at me.
For a moment, I’m hurt. But then, I just keep glancing at the glow around him
and nothing else matters."
“Well, it’s good that there may be something in life to look
forward to.”
I want to kiss her and tell her I do like her, but not like
Dominic—I like her so much more than that. I love her. And I want her to choose
me. I start to lean in closer to her, the strength within me taking charge. A
man clears his throat at the door.
I’m startled and my head snaps up. It’s Wade. Dammit.
He’s leaning on the
doorway, looking at us with lazy, but amused eyes. “Atta boy, Connor.” He
winks. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”
I want to sit up, but Jade’s legs are still around me and
she is too strong. I would have to flinch away and that would be obvious.
“But in terms of the general order of events,” he says,
“first you lock the door.” He points to the door, “and second—“ I already know
what he is going to say. I close my eyes to brace myself and try to plead with
him to shut up, “Wa—“ He doesn’t wait for me to finish, “And second, your
clothes have to come off sometime or this whole thing won’t work too well.”
“She
is coming!”
The ice chases me, clutches me, and bites at my heels, sending shivers up my spine. The ice wants me back, but I run forward, toward the lights, toward the heat, toward a world that burns me, because I have no other choice.
His heartbeat is the most beautiful sound in the world.
If I was destined to be the invisible by-product of social deprivation, I guess I am bad-ass at it.
I tried Axe, but it was nothing like the commercial. If anything, on me, it acted more as a repellent against any female contact.
Ring around the rosie, a pocket full of posies. Ashes, ashes. We all fall down.
Jade no recuerda absolutamente nada de ella o su pasado.
Connor lo único que quiere hacer es olvidarse de todo.
Y entonces se conocen, y para él, ella es aire donde solo hay asfixia.
Para ella, él es esperanza donde solo hay miedo y dolor.
Pero, ninguno de los dos esta preparado para lo que puede acarrear el pasado de ella.
Tú eres mi luz en la oscuridad. Te amo.
"I hope it's sunny at my funeral."
And if I really am wicked, I hope that day comes sooner rather than later.
Ring around the rosie, a pocket full of posies. Ashes, ashes. We all fall down.
We cry in our own rooms, remembering a man who will never be here again.
The house creaks. Maybe it feels the weight of our grief, maybe the floorboards are buckling because the burden is too heavy.
Now I see him clearly, even through the rain and distance, I see him perfectly. Tears try to blend in with the rain, but fail. I see his tears. His precious, pained tears.
And all I can do is stare.
Something within me shifts.
Annoyance to curiosity,
Impatience to sympathy.
Reluctance to desire---desire to understand how and why he can weep like the rain.
Love is a sliver of sunlight peeking through the darkness; a whisper of hope when all is lost.
Now the world will see what I am. Vulnerable. Ugly. Evil. Lost. Sad. Angry. Numb.
And dead.
Connor's hand, rough with calluses, holds mine. If I had a heart, it would be in my hand--a solemn offering to be held in the palm of his, desperate to be comforted and held like a soft, delicate thing.
His heartbeat is the most beautiful sound in the world.
People can change... no matter where they come from, no matter where they think they ought to go, people can make their own way.
That's all you need, cher. A few people in your life who fill it up and give you good memories to hold onto.
Wasting time is a stupid thing to do in this big ol' ugly world.
I think of spit up blood, black suits, roses and eulogies and wet pillows. I think of lonely guitars, quiet houses, pointing fingers, and scraped foreheads. I think of falling and not wanting to get up. Yeah, her {Jade's} eyes could slice me open, but in so many ways I'm already bleeding
I look away from all of them, ashamed that their ugliness is too hard for me to bear. Their skin's a strange almost bluish tinge, the color of their eyes fading to only a hind of color amidst stark whiteness in their eye sockets. Necks twisted, broken arms reaching. Mouths open too wide with pointy, decaying teeth revealed through cracked lips.
"If you had any sense," Courtney says brushing her hair back, "you'd be trying to hang out with us."
"I'm sorry," Jade's voice is calm, almost monotone. "I did not realize I was welcome to sit with the whores and perverted bastards of the school. The invitation is noted. [..] I prefer to spend my time with decent, intelligent human beings, [..] not with dumb wenches who open their legs to whatever male walks by—"
"You bitch!"
Jade smirks—a devious and oh so sexy look.
"Or," Jade eyes Dominic head to toe with half-open, bored eyes before continuing, "Sorry excuses for men that only know how to think with one head—and not the one above their shoulders."
—Jade from Connor's point of view, Ashes and Ice by Rochelle Maya Callen