Letters from Hadley Quotes

“Some students looked sad. Some looked bored. I probably looked deranged as I waited for the marching band to bust through the doors, yelling, “Surprise!” as they banged on their stupid drums. “Hadley’s not really dead! But you know who’s gonna be dead this Friday when we kill them in football? The Mountain View Mustangs!” Then, they’d step out of the way to reveal a living Hadley, and we’d all shoot streamers into the air and chant the fight song.”
― Cassidy Bryant, Letters from Hadley

“Outside, the leaves on the trees were bursting in hues of orange and red. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Oregon in October. For weeks now, people had been watching these leaves prove just how beautiful they could become before they died, shriveling up into brown clumps of nothing. Despite the vibrant colors trying their best to stand out, the overcast sky and fog-veiled mountains turned everything gloomy. But, again, not too out of the ordinary for this part of Oregon.”
― Cassidy Bryant, Letters from Hadley

“I drove to the spot where I’d kissed her for the first time on one of our canyon drives. It was a ledge that overlooked the valley. At the time, the sun was setting. Her dark silhouette in front of the golden sky made me think of the Golden Suns music video for “Here with You.” I told her so. She told me to turn the car on and play the song. I did. We kissed again, and then she asked me to dance with her. I wasn’t much of a spontaneous dancer, but nobody was around. Nobody could see us, so I said yes. I danced with her. It got cold. We got inside the car. She looked at me and smiled. I told her I loved her. She said she loved me, too.”
― Cassidy Bryant, Letters from Hadley

“When I saw you, I thought you were poetry and I just wanted to read you over and over again and I wanted to memorize every verse. But now I know people aren’t poetry. They’re people and they mess up. They make mistakes. They say they love you and sometimes they even mean it. That doesn’t stop you from getting hurt and if you ever were a poem, you’re one that I just have to stop reading now.”
― Cassidy Bryant, Letters from Hadley

“Because one thing that all this has taught me is that death really isn’t the end of a human being, even though I once thought it was.”
― Cassidy Bryant, Letters from Hadley