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352 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 15, 2014
The point wasn’t the distance. It was the homecoming.
How long could a single night really be expected to last? How far could you stretch such a small collection of minutes? He was just a boy on the roof. She was just a girl in an elevator.
"There's a difference between loneliness and solitude."
"His eyes caught hers through the darkness and the elevator felt suddenly smaller than it had been minutes ago."
"'Hi,' Lucy said brightly, greeting them as if this was all very ordinary, as if they always met in this way."
"'Hi,' Lucy said brightly, as if people dropped in from the ceiling everyday and would you like to stay for tea?"
"I snuck off to buy her some perfume," he explained, his eyes swimming. "She's downstairs looking at fabrics. She'll be worried when she can't find me, and her heart..."
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There was a lump in her throat as she watched him fidget with the buttons on his best, and it struck her as the truest form of kindness, the most basic sort of love: to be worried about the one who was worrying about you."