The First to Die at the End

by Adam Silvera

Freedom should be freeing, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be heartbreaking.

Even if the world was ending, that wouldn’t stop people from selling things.

“Rich people are why we can’t have nice things.”

This is one of those firsts that can double as a last.

it’s wild how being attracted to someone can feel so exciting and dangerous, like he can be everything good and bad for me.

I don’t know if I can orbit around someone this beautiful and not just fall in love, stay in love, and die in love.

It’s not fair how someone can do everything right and still be hurt because someone else does one thing wrong.

If you really hold someone in your heart, you die too.”

Life doesn’t care how young you are. It forces you to grow up anyway.

There’s nothing like speaking your truths out loud.

It’s hard to live when it feels like death is lurking around every corner.

I want to fully cash in on this guy. Even if that means the money will go unspent after he dies; at least he’ll have known how much he was worth to me.

Everything didn’t have to have meaning. Sometimes something that was beautiful was just beautiful.”

It goes to show that even on your way out, there’s still time to let people in.

What if instead of waiting to follow her heart, she picks it up and carries it where she wants to go?

Holding back my feelings is like sinking into quicksand; the deeper and deeper I’m buried, the more desperate I am to breathe.

In one precious moment your life can change.

But I owe myself peace more than I owe them anything.

“I’m scared I’m going to die and never have been in love.”

dig through this deep pain of love feeling out of reach, like it’s buried in the center of the world and I don’t have a shovel.

What might seem like no big deal to one person is the whole universe to another.

Death makes people pay attention that way.

Life shouldn’t be about to end before someone begins living.

There have been many times he would have liked to fight his way out of fear’s entanglements, where he would have chosen to live, but it also felt like fear had this impossibly tight grip on him, like tentacles wrapped around his neck and wrists and ankles, holding him back.

“Belief is less about what you say and more about what you feel.

People swear they’re going to live perfect lives when you get the chance to say everything you need to say, but the truth is: death is faster than you.