Ellis is standing there with a young woman by his side, her red-blond hair vivid against the shoulders of her navy duffel coat. There is a familiarity to them already, no space between their bodies, and I know they’ve already kissed. She’s smiling at me and she has eyes that question, and I know I’ll have trouble with those eyes, one day. I don’t want the music to end. I want to keep singing and dancing because I need time to know what to say because I know she’s the One, and I just need time.
How devastating! It was in these moments (and Michael’s whole section of the book) where I am entirely captivated by Michael. I empathize and sympathize with this statement! It’s terrible seeing someone you love. love on another.
