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“To look at her would ruin me, and still, for one brave and guiltless second, I turn to look at her. All of her. And I see that her sunlight is still blooming. With or without me, she will go on blooming, she will always be a glorious thing. I would rather lose everything than lose her.”
― Chloe Michelle Howarth, Sunburn

“And I see now why she has put up with all of this. It’s because we understand each other, it’s because we have this binding sort of love that is rare and good that we don’t get anywhere else. So rare and so good that I cannot even make sense of it, the same way that nobody can make real sense of God or the reasons why we are alive.”
― Chloe Michelle Howarth, Sunburn

“I loathe emails. The terrible, pixelated text missing the loops of her handwriting. The screen missing her perfume. I cannot touch paper that she has touched. I cannot get any real trace of her.”
― Chloe Michelle Howarth, Sunburn

“Everybody is frustrated when they are fifteen, I know, but knowing this doesn't ease my frustration. It feels as though I am an island, apart from everybody else. Perhaps we are all islands, apart from each other. Perhaps everyone else feels foreign in their hometown too. Yes, perhaps we are all just islands, as wild and merciless as each other, separated by our countless defects.”
― Chloe Michelle Howarth, Sunburn