Variation

by Rebecca Yarros

I kissed her like she was air and I’d spent the last decade swimming for the surface.

“Oh, and as for Hudson, he’s built like a Greek god and fucks like one, too, so I’m all taken care of.” She tapped the phone and the call ended.

AHHHHHHHAHAHAAHA

We may have been polar opposites, but we were eerily similar in one respect: our family came first,

“I always want to stay with you. That’s the problem.”

Hudson: Just thinking about you.

I love these textssss <3

He was everywhere without making himself the priority.

He lowkey deserves better miss m'am

“Do you really think it’s appropriate to bring your brother’s girlfriend flowers?”

LMAOoooo

Ten years ago, I’d sat in this very seat and watched the very same woman take the same stage, and held the very same feelings, but now they’d grown tenfold. I could barely breathe around the enormity of what she meant to me.

<3333 like a proud bffff

“I’m so glad the rest of the world gets to see you shine the way I do.”

Awwww, he is literally the sweetest

We filed out as nonchalantly as four grown women could when exiting a broom closet.

Hahaha meeting adjourned

I glanced pointedly at her phone. “That is just a sparkly hall of mirrors, and staring too long through the lens of how other people perceive you is bound to start distorting how you see yourself.

Yuppppp

Do you have any idea what you mean to me? You’re my air.

“Are you seriously pissed that he’s willing to uproot his whole life, and piss off our sister—which I fully support—in order to be with you?”

Bahahaha my brothers would too

you’re his dream. He’s in love with you,”

You two are the shit poets write about.”

Romantic shit poems lol

It was foolish to even entertain the thought that we could be anything more, not when we want such drastically different things for our lives. We’ve always had an expiration date, and we’ve simply reached

He was my best friend, Mom, and I loved him! I loved him before I understood what that word really meant.”

Sleep was overrated. I breathed in anxiety and exhaled determination.

I was a dreamer who’d fallen in love with a dreamer, and it was time to stop dreaming and act.

“The if-you-love-something-set-it-free thing is overrated.”

I sat there in the locker room as the other dancers buzzed around me, and all I could think was that I only feel like I’m truly myself, no pretenses or armor, when I’m with you. I hated being there.”

“I love you. I’m always going to love you. This is me holding on. I don’t want five minutes—I want a lifetime.”