When You Come Back to Me (Lost Boys, #2)

by Emma Scott

Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is final —Rainer Maria Rilke

Our song. Nothing was ours. There was no us. But Miller sang that if you never try, you’ll never know, and the words pierced me like arrows.

É fácil amar você, meu doce menino. Mas você tem que se deixar ser amado.”

It’s easy to love you, my sweet boy. But you have to let it in.

“I love you, Holden. That’s real. It’s the most fucking real thing I’ll ever know.”

“Are you all right?” Mette asked. “No,” I said, smiling gratefully. “But I’m getting there.”

When you’re down in the shit, it’s impossible to imagine a better life than what you have. But it’s there. You just have to trust yourself enough to reach for it.”