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She doesn’t want to see that no matter how deep the water someone’s drowning in, drowning stays drowning.
When he finds out that with just one look into this book, he could’ve saved my life.
And oh so suddenly, I feel like I’m Hannah Baker, and Winter is my thirteenth reason why.
“Give me two weeks to show you that there is more to live for, more to be alive for. Give me two weeks to make you fall back in love with life.”
Fine, whatever. Do I need to dress up? Colin: Hm… Yes. Wear my jersey. Lily: Nude, got it. Don’t forget protection. x
I lean down just enough so I can kiss her cheek, but Lily has other plans. My lips are an inch away from her cheek when Lily turns her head. “What are—”
“You can’t even kiss me, Colin.”
“Whatever happened to disrespect?” “A guy can fuck you in all sorts of ways, and still make sure you want it.”
And that makes me wonder; why would anyone want to live when all there is, in the end, is death? I mean, sure, we’re all destined to die eventually, but why put ourselves through the pain of life
How do I convey to someone who’s suicidal that I’ve already found my happiness, and it will leave right when she does? How can I express to her that she’s my happiness, that she brings the light to my life? How do I tell her that she’s my joy, everything that satisfies me, that she’s my euphoria… without making it sound like I want her to stay alive for me?
“If you ever find someone that makes you want to rip your heart out and hand it to that person on a silver platter. If you ever find someone that warms not only your bed but also your heart and soul… hold on to them forever. They’re your sun. They’re what’s bringing light into your life. If they can ease your pain by just being there, lighten your mood, brighten up your days by simply being in your life. Colin, Eira, el o ella es tu sol.”—he or she is your sun.
“Yeah. I had to make sure you still taste like mine.”
“I fell in love with you, Lily. I’ve spent eight, or seven, however many days I’ve had with you, trying to make you fall in love with me too.” She opens her mouth to speak but I cut her off before she gets the chance. “I know I’m fucking selfish. But there you have it. I love you. Now, go on, break my heart, Lily. I don’t care what you do with it, you own it all. Throw it on the street, let a car run it over, stomp on it—I truly don’t care, as long as you’re the one breaking me.”
“How many days do you have left?” “One and a half.”
