More Than We Can Tell (Letters to the Lost #2)

by Brigid Kemmerer

You suck. And that’s what I’m going to say when I find you and shove it in your mouth hole. Gross. At least this guy didn’t include a dick pic. My finger hovers over the Ban Player button. I should do it. I know I should.

THERE IS N DEBATE DO IT NOW

I suppose I should be grateful that Ethan hasn’t asked for my bra size.

Majorly cringing rn

“J” is Juliet, his girlfriend.

Hehehehehehehe

‘The one who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind.’ ” My eyes narrow. “Are you quoting the Bible?” “Yes.” He says this like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “You know what I like about it? I like how it makes doubt seem inevitable. It’s okay to be unsure.”

Rev casually quoting the bible is my favorite thing ever

“Thank you.” “For what?” “For seeing me.”

Declan ignites. I extinguish.

Maylee and i core lol

No banning before coffee.

Ban him. Goog gravy hes ben harassing you!

“Mom! Are you kidding me right now?”

Emma is pIsSiNg mE oFfFfFfFf

“Is he gay?”

One would assume after seeing two bros share a lunch

“And I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not the kind of girl who walks up to boys and starts talking.” “We have that in common.” “You get nervous talking to boys, too?” “I lose sleep over it.”

“Would it be weird if I asked if you wanted to do this again?” “You mean, meet behind the church to freak out together?”

“Look, I know you think Dad is a waste of space right now. Sorry I got the bulk of his DNA. Must be so rough for you.” My voice threatens to waver. I pull the headphones back up.

Wtfrick.......

“I don’t know why Dad puts up with you,” I snap. She jerks back, like I’ve hit her. Turning off the Internet feels like she’s hit me.

GIRLLLLLL WTCRAPPPPPPP

“Don’t you understand? I have to be one or the other.” “No, you don’t! You moron, there are three people in the story.” “What?” “You’re neither son, Rev. If you’re anyone, you’re the man who watched his kids act like total dicks, only to stand there with open arms and forgive them.”

“Is this okay?” he whispers. This would be so mawkish and unbelievable if I tried to explain this moment later. The rainstorm, the bench, the darkness. But his breath is fractured and his manner is uncertain and this feels as significant for him as it is for me. “Yes,” I say. “Do you want me to let go so you can text?” He inhales—and his breathing steadies. He turns his head, and his breath brushes my neck. “I don’t want you to let go.” “Okay.”

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

His fingers are wound through mine, his grip firm. Not too tight—just enough that I know he’s not letting go anytime soon. I wonder if he needs the anchor.

“Quick,” Declan says to her. “When’s the last time you had a violent thought about someone?” “Three seconds ago,” she says. “When I saw you stopped for coffee but didn’t bring me one.” He holds out the cup. “Wrong. This is for you.” Her expression lights up, and she kisses him, then takes a sip. He’s such a liar. Probably. But then she hands it to him and says, “We can share,” and I wonder if this was his plan all along. He smiles and takes the coffee, then takes her hand.

My favorite coupleeeeeee

This seems to be my talent. Someone is kind, someone reaches out, and I turn into a real bitch.

Right on the money

“I’m sorry.” My voice breaks. I’m crying. “I’m sorry.” Geoff doesn’t let go of me. “It’s okay.” And then I’m crumpling, falling against him. He catches me. He holds on. Because he’s not my father. He’s my dad.

armed with a crucifix and a shotgun,

So... His father is catholic?

We all push sometimes, just to make sure someone is on the other side, pushing back.”

You could look at all of life as a test. No one lives in a vacuum. Our actions have an impact on everyone around us. Sometimes without us even realizing it.”

“They used to lock me in with Neil.”

Was he... Raped by neil? Oh my word....

“What are you frowning about?” says Dad. “I’m reading the Bible.” “You’re—what?” “You heard me.”

Declan knows every mark on me, and we have no secrets,

HELP THAT SOUNDS SO GAY

He says the Internet makes too many people loud, and too many people silent, but the loud people are all we hear. We have to ask questions to hear the silent people.”

“So that’s really how to stop a punch?” I say to him. “I feel like TV has lied to me.” “Technically I should bring you to the ground, but—” “That sounds promising.”

Rev: Do you think you can fix your game? I wish I could help you. Emma: I wish you could jiu-jitsu this Nightmare guy. Rev: You want me to make out with him, too?

Ethan: You’re welcome. And now I need to figure out how to convince my mom I’ve been sick all night so I can crash today. Emma: Go get some sleep. You’re my hero. Ethan: ☺ ♡

Annnnnnddddddd shes playing him *facepalm*

“Do you want me to come get you?” His voice is so kind. I sniff and swipe at my eyes. “You don’t even know me.” He gives a short, self-deprecating laugh. “I do know you. Kind of.” He pauses. “We can go for coffee or something. Where are you?” “I’m in the grass beside Saint Patrick’s. In Annapolis.” “Funny.” “Why funny?” “Because that’s where we go to church. I’m fifteen minutes away. Are you going to be okay?”

BAD NEWS BAD NEWS BAD NEWS BAD NEWS BAD NEWS BAD NEWS

I see where he’s turning, and stop short. “Why are we getting on the highway?” “Starbucks? Coffee?” Oh. “There’s one by the mall.” “I just know the one on Solomons Island Road. They have a drive-through.” That’s on the other side of Annapolis. But what’s the difference, really? It’s only a few miles down the highway.

RED FLAG RED FLAG RED FLAG GIRLIE HES TRYNA DO THINGS

“Please,” I whisper. “Please, Ethan. I’ll do whatever you want. Just let me go.” “Whatever I want?” he says. He flicks the turn signal. “I like the sound of that.”

FRICKKKKKK HOW COULD YOU BE SO STUPID EMMA? HFVFDDHYDSSC

“I found Nightmare for you. I did that for you. Doesn’t that mean anything?”

This is giving the obsession.....

‘The revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe. You have to make it fall.’

“Revolution.” “Yes.” He pauses, then gives me a teasing smile. “But you can call me Rev.”

Thats such a BA name