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In 17 years no one has said my name like that.
The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.
“Until you arrived, I hadn’t spoken a single word in two hundred sixty-four days.”
“Hey.” His voice is soft so soft so soft. He pulls my swaddled figure close to his chest and his heat melts the icicles propping me up from the inside out and I thaw I thaw I thaw, my eyes fluttering fast until they fall closed, until silent tears are streaming down my face and I’ve decided the only thing I want to freeze is his frame holding mine. “It’s okay,” he whispers. “You’ll be okay.”
i would die if someone did this to me! like i would melt 🫠
“I don’t understand—why won’t you talk to me? You sit in the corner all day and write in your book and look at everything but my face. You have so much to say to a piece of paper but I’m standing right here and you don’t even acknowledge me. Juliette, please—”
I could never forget Adam. But he’s already forgotten me.
His eyes surprise me. They’re the same ones I remember, blue and bottomless like the deepest part of the ocean.
I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.
Hate looks just like everybody else until it smiles. Until it spins around and lies with lips and teeth carved into the semblance of something too passive to punch.
“I’d really rather die than eat your food and listen to you call me love,”
I am lethal.
“Your poor mother.”
Nothing moves. Nothing breathes. Even the wind is afraid to make a sound.
My eyes are 2 windows cracked open by the chaos in this world.
I’m wearing a dress the color of dead forests and old tin cans.
Hope is hugging me, holding me in its arms, wiping away my tears and telling me that today and tomorrow and two days from now I will be just fine and I’m so delirious I actually dare to believe it.
“I am not your toy,”
I can shoot a hundred numbers through the chest and watch them bleed decimal points in the palm of my hand. I can rip the numbers off a clock and watch the hour hand tick tick tick its final tock just before I fall asleep. I can suffocate seconds just by holding my breath. I’ve been murdering minutes for hours and no one seems to mind.
Possessive is not a strong enough word for Warner.
For a moment I want to sit on the floor and cry out the ocean lodged in my throat.
I wondered if your eye color meant you saw the world differently. If the world saw you differently as a result.
Every butterfly in the world has migrated to my stomach.
I’m drowning in a drug of dreams to escape a world with no refuge, no relief, no release but his reassurances in my ear.
I’m granite and limestone and marbled glass. I don’t move.
I need him to stop drinking in the details of my existence.
“Get your hands off of her before I bury a bullet in your head.”
“Laughter comes from living.” I shrug, try to sound indifferent. “I’ve never really been alive before.”
I’m an encyclopedia with too many blank pages.
“That seems awfully convenient.” James narrows his eyes.
“I thought you said you had a tank—” “If you hadn’t noticed, there’s been an unexpected change of plans—”
This must be how I broke through the concrete in Warner’s torture chamber. Which means I still have no idea how I broke through the concrete in Warner’s torture chamber.
oh, poor Juliette! i don't know why i find this so funny and amusing, but i do 😭
“I don’t know how to drive.”
gosh, this made me laugh out loud 😂
Blondie takes a deep breath.
i crack up at Juliette's nicknames for people 😂
“Blondie said they destroyed my clothes.”
“Blondie?” Blond man is offended.
“Rumors are more likely to kill you than I am.”
I can hardly breathe. “There are others . . . like me?”
for some odd reason, i truly relate to Juliette. finding out that there are people like you warms my heart.
I feel suddenly understood. Unafraid of being myself. I can’t help my grin.
“Sorry, bro, but we don’t have enough rooms for you and Hot Hands over here to have your own private space.” He winks at me. “No offense.”
oh my gosh, i love Kenji so much 😭
Kenji slams open the door. “You do realize this wall is made of glass, don’t you?”
Kenji kills me ✋🏼😭
“Good morning to you, too,” Kenji interjects.
Kenji makes a strange noise. Winston looks at his watch. Adam can’t stop smiling.
i love it! 3 different guys. 3 different reactions
