Imagine Me (Shatter Me, #6)

by Tahereh Mafi

“It’s hard to describe. It’s a pleasure so close to pain I sometimes can’t tell the two apart.” “That sounds awful.” “No,” he says. “It’s exquisite.” “I love you.”

I thought our problems were simple and straightforward: get the kids back, kill the supreme commanders, have a nice lunch.

For a couple of months we forgot that Warner was scary. He smiled like four and a half times and we decided to forget that he was basically a psychopath with a long history of ruthless murder.

“What happened to you, man?” I whisper. “Where’d you go?” “Hell,” he says. “I’ve finally found hell.”

Come back to life, love I’ll be here when you wake up

Warner’s eyes flash. “I want to hurt people all the time,” he says. “Sometimes I can’t sleep at night because I’m thinking about all the people I’d like to murder.”

I imagine love, I imagine wind, I imagine gold hair and green eyes and whispers, laughter

We’ve got about an hour left in our flight and I’m so bored I’ve begun poking myself in the eye just to pass the time.

“Come back to me, love. Come back.”

“You know my name,” he says softly. “You’ve always known me, love. I’ve always known you. And I’m so—I’m so desperately in love with you—”

Juliette Ferrars, one of the most feared, most lauded heroes of our known world, is crying over a dog. Perhaps no one else would understand, but I know that this is the first time she’s ever held one. Without hesitation, without fear, without danger of causing an innocent creature any harm. For her, this is true joy. To the world, she is formidable. To me? She is the world.