I Am the Messenger

by Markus Zusak

She looks at the moon as it holds itself up in the sky. It’s higher now, no longer leaning. Risen.

It’s bleeding down her arms.

Want me, I beg, but nothing comes.

I want to stay here, in this moment, and never go to other places, where we don’t know what to say or what to do. For now, just let us run.

Awwwwww

This chapter is so far the best in the book

words could be so heavy.

The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like I’m falling, but upward, into the abyss of sky above me.

If a guy like you can stand up and do what you did, then maybe everyone can. Maybe everyone can live beyond what they’re capable of.