Shatter Me (Shatter Me, #1)

by Tahereh Mafi

Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat.

I catch the rose petals as they fall from my cheeks, as they float around the frame of my body, as they cover me in something that feels like the absence of courage.

I close my eyes and focus on breathing. “You can talk to me. Just don’t touch me.” 7 seconds of silence join the conversation. “Maybe I want to touch you.”

Okay, bro, maybe that's not up to Y O U

Okay, bro, maybe that's not up to Y O U

I see a superficial world existing in the midst of a terrorizing reality and I can’t move.

They filled our world with weapons aimed at our foreheads and smiled as they shot 16 candles right through our future.

“I thought you said she couldn’t touch anyone.” James is staring at me now, suspicious. “She can’t.” “Except for you?” “Right. Except for me.” And Warner. “She can’t touch anyone except for you.” And Warner. “Right.” “That seems awfully convenient.” James narrows his eyes.

catch his double meaning. Acknowledge it. “Touché, Mr. Castle.” A pause. “You are French, Ms. Ferrars?”

Yeah, sooo uncommon to use touché

Brendan and Castle step around the corner. Come into view. And I have to make a conscious effort to keep my jaw from unhinging. I can’t stop staring. Castle’s companion is white from head to toe. Not just his strange uniform, which is a blinding shade of shimmering white, but his skin is paler than mine. Even his hair is so blond it can only be accurately described as white. His eyes are mesmerizing. They’re the lightest shade of blue I’ve ever seen.

Brendan and Castle step around the corner. Come into view. And I have to make a conscious effort to keep my jaw from unhinging. I can’t stop staring. Castle’s companion is white from head to toe. Not just his strange uniform, which is a blinding shade of shimmering white, but his skin is paler than mine. Even his hair is so blond it can only be accurately described as white. His eyes are mesmerizing. They’re the lightest shade of blue I’ve ever seen.

“I have a bit of a problem with that myself, you know. Girls are always talking about electricity in their romance, but none are too happy to actually be electrocuted, apparently. Bloody confusing, is what it is.”