Galaxies and Oceans

by N.R. Walker

Stories were better told over time, anyway, when allowed to unfold only when they were ready to be written.

He didn’t even care that I’d made him wait. So very different from Anton.

I hate that I relate to this.

A little worn, rugged, weathered, but beautiful all the same.

Have the water as hot as you can stand it for as long as you want. It’s a natural gas unit so it won’t ever run out.”

Oh my god this is the sexiest part of this book

But sometimes you have to listen to the silences. When things aren’t said. That’s where the truth is.”

I felt alive, wanted, and I felt, for the first time in four years, that I was not alone.

And then, because guilt shifted into whatever shape it wanted, I felt bad for not feeling bad.

I relate to this so fucking hard

they smelled of him: of warmth, and soap and the ocean. It made me smile.

“Stay.”

Like the space between the ocean and the galaxies above it. Unimpeded, yet completely, unbearably impossible.

She was Scott’s cat, right?” I asked, and he nodded. “Maybe she was grieving too.”

What even were the charges for faking your own death?

I googled if this is a crime 🤣