More Than This

by Patrick Ness

There’s a coffin sitting in the middle of the floor. And it’s open.

No thanks

Not because it was wrong – because it definitely wasn’t that – but because it was his. The one thing that was entirely his.

hard lifelong yearning, a feeling that there had to be more, more than just all this weight. Because if there wasn’t, what was the point?

A world made of words, Seth thinks, where you live for a while.

“There’s more than this, Sethy,” Gudmund said. “This sucks beyond belief, but there’s more. We just have to get there.”

(He fought; despite everything, he was fighting –)

S reaming crying throwinv up

Please, was all he thought. Just the one word, echoing through his head.

“People see stories everywhere,” Regine says. “That’s what my father used to say. We take random events and we put them together in a pattern so we can comfort ourselves with a story, no matter how much it obviously isn’t true.” She glances back at Seth. “We have to lie to ourselves to live. Otherwise, we’d go crazy.”

Wanted to find out this whole world had some purpose, some particular purpose. For him.

“Beauty,” Seth said, not looking at the sunset, but at Gudmund’s profile lit by that same sun.

Kill me

“I’m sorry you felt you couldn’t tell us,”

Throwing up

He does not dream.

But i WANTED a dream

“I’m going to let you choose. I’m going to let you choose which of you two comes with me.”

fuck no

“She found out, because she was sleeping with him, too.”

Spoiler FUCK

“Are you serious? Real life is only ever just real life. Messy. What it means depends on how you look at it. The only thing you’ve got to do is find a way to live there.”