Reckless at Raleigh High (Raleigh Rebels #3)

by Callie Hart

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death… I will fear no evil…

I’m falling so fast, so hard, so dangerously out of all control,

“I can’t bear for anything to happen to you. I can’t see you hurt and not feel it. I can’t see you suffer and not have something wither and die inside me. I can’t see you wounded and not feel like I’m fucking failing you.”

His voice is soft and warm, and I feel like I’m floating, like I could fall into his words and be cushioned by them, protected and safe and eight-years-old again.

He sees a guy who’s lost so much and doesn’t need to lose one more thing.

Everything I love turns to ashes. Everything I touch falls to pieces in the end.”

You can slay dragons, and save the princess, and make the whole world right again.

My legs are heavy as lead weights, resisting the pull of time and what has already come to pass, but cannot be avoided.

though. I’ve learned that good looks don’t make you a good person.

We’re both so bruised and battered that it feels as though we’re both going to try and support the other, only to break and unintentionally let them fall.

the world falls away and nothing exists apart from me,

I drive off into the night.

Four young girls, still children, huddled together for warmth and laughing up at the sky: those memories seem so distant now that it comes as a shock to even recall them.

We were innocent once. We weren’t always this selfish, unkind, lost.

“I want you under the stars, with the moon on our backs and the cold air in our lungs.”

You’re quicksand. The more I struggle against you, the deeper I sink.”

know war. I’ve lived through it nearly every day of my life. I’m used to the sky falling down and the ground renting open where I’m about to place my feet.

I drag her out of the building, into the darkness, and the night, and the rain… …and we run.

I’m blinded by the sheer force of the love that hits me. It’s incredible, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

people break open and fall apart when people they love die. It’s a brutal truth.

everything felt so alive. Now, the cavernous old house feels abandoned. So weird. It feels as though I’m a stranger here now. A ghost, haunting empty, forgotten rooms.

You’re lighting up the world. Go on. Go out into the world and be great.

I look into her eyes, and everything that has been blurry and confusing for the better part of a lifetime suddenly just…makes sense. She is cool water, after years of thirst. A soothing balm, after far too much hurt.