Sadie

by Courtney Summers

I can’t even put to words what it’s like to swallow down a moment like that, but I can tell you exactly how bitter it tastes.

People around here hardly ever seem to do that.

we’re no better or worse than the people we walk amongst.”

“He gave me my first kiss. I was ten and he was seventeen.

Nah put him in jail

Sometimes, I think about that Sadie, begging her mother to save her from … her mother. I hate that version of myself.

Poor bby..

this is not a love story … but in this small space, the sound of our breathing between us, I wonder what it would take to make it one.

I just wanted to matter to someone.

It still hurts, though. It always hurts. Other times, I can only feel the weight of it, all of it, of every Sadie I’ve been, every choice that she’s made, and everything she could have possibly gotten so wrong that she’d end up here. Now. Like this. Alone.

Kids shouldn’t have to worry about that kind of stuff.

when what I really wanted was to ask her how she did it and if she could make those same perfect lines across my own eyelids.

The things we wished we said before the grief came