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“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

“I want to be with her. She is the first and last thing that I want, but she is not the only thing. And there are so many more things that she wants, and so many more things that she deserves, but I am the only thing that she has left.”
― Chloe Michelle Howarth, Sunburn

“Susannah, you are Heaven made flesh, you have been the greatest fire of my life. It’s not good enough, I know, but for every time I made you feel inadequate, I have died a hundred deaths. I’ll love you until the earth finishes.”
― Chloe Michelle Howarth, Sunburn