Imagine Me (Shatter Me, #6)

by Tahereh Mafi

The problem is, we all got too comfortable. 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.

His lips are at my ear whispering, whispering Come back to life, love I’ll be here when you wake up

“What reason would you have to be afraid of Warner? He’s such a nice guy. Loves children. Big talker. Oh, and bonus: He no longer murders people professionally. No, now murdering people is just a fulfilling hobby.”

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

Without J around, Warner has no soft edges. He never smiles. He rarely looks at people. He’s always irritated.

“Hey,” Nazeera says, her voice suddenly close. “I have a feeling I’m about four months away from falling madly in love with you, so please don’t get yourself killed, okay?”

“Come back to me, love. Come back.” I’m still struggling to breathe, desperately searching his eyes for answers. Explanations. “Where?” “Here,” he whispers, pressing my hands to his heart. “Home.”

To the world, she is formidable. To me? She is the world.