Where There's a Will Quotes

“There’s only so much time a person’s allowed to grieve before it becomes an inconvenience, I’ve come to learn. Before the clock speeds up, and the world goes on spinning without you, you either pull yourself out in time to catch up, or you get left behind.”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“The sun will always rise again.” I shrug. “You just need to make it through the night. Take it day by day—moment by moment if you need to—until you reach the other side. Nothing lasts forever.”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“I hate you.” If this is hate, baby, I think, licking across his teeth, I don’t know if I’d survive your love.”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“it’s a song only he can hear. One that calls to that bottomless beast inside him, begging for everything to just stop. Please, just one more, one more hit to make it all go away—”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“There’s only so much time a person’s allowed to grieve before it becomes an inconvenience, I’ve come to learn.”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“There’re a lot of meanings behind this symbol, but that’s the one I chose for myself. Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” And my heart... It. Just. Explodes. There’s no other word to describe it.”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“I don’t think she’d want you to be sad,” I tell him after a moment. “You never had a mom, but I do, and I’m pretty sure that’s, like, a rule or something. Moms don’t want their kids sad. Especially on birthdays.”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“Art is a lot like a parasite. An invasion of undeniable need to share your soul with the world. To try and make the world a little better than how you found it. It consumes you to the point of desperation. Begging you to just let it out; see me, hear me.”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“Waylon taps the mic a couple times, waiting for the crowd to quiet. Smirking, he presses his mouth to where his fingers just were. “Hi.” Annnndddddd there goes my boxers.”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“Stop me,” I tell him gravelly”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“Because that’s the thing about life. It doesn’t have to make sense. It doesn’t have to come full circle. We just like to believe it does.”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“I watch with my heart somewhere in the bottom of my stomach as his terrified green-gold eyes drop down to my mouth. His brow wrinkles, and he starts to shake his head. So I do the only thing I can think of to ease his mind. I’ve never seen him cry, but if he cries now⁠— I just can’t. I can’t deal with that. So I kiss him instead. Right smack on the lips with enough pressure and precision there should never be any doubt as to what I’m doing. It’s just Waylon and me and the heart burning in my chest in this long, dragged out moment. One I never want to end. I. Kiss. Him. This boy. My best friend.”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“This isn’t the first time we’ve been naked together, but it may as well be. Now that I can actually see him. Now that I’m stone-cold sober. Now that I’m no longer running from this. From what I want. Who I want.”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“I gotta go.” His lashes flutter rapidly, startled. “What?” I walk around him, attention laser-focused on the pile of clothes I left by the bathroom door. The shirt’s wrinkled to shit, and I’m pretty sure there’s a blue vomit stain on my jeans, but at least my boxers are relatively clean. A hand grips my shoulder from behind just as I reach the door to the bathroom. “Don’t.” I freeze. With my back still to Waylon, I slide my eyes shut and count to three. “Don’t what?” His breaths seem to have sped up, and I can feel the warm puffs of air on my naked back. That’s how close he is. “Go,” he says so quietly I nearly miss it. “Don’t...go. Just⁠—”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“His dark blond hair curls over his eyes, and I just...I can’t resist. Not anymore. Not now, when he looks so damn peaceful. Quiet. The guy’s rarely ever fucking quiet. I card my fingers through the pieces, brushing them away. I tell myself I’ll just stay here for a minute. Just a minute... I’m not sure when I cave and gather his head in my lap, but here we are. My fingers play idly with his hair as I stare blankly at the wall.”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“Where there’s a will, there’s a way, right?” he says simply.”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“You’re a real pain in my ass, you know that?” I smirk. “And not the fun kind.”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“My eyes sting, and I need out. Out of this bed, out of this room... Out of this fucking house and out of this fucking life⁠—”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“From the second we’re conceived, all the heart really wants is death. Why beat at all, if it’s not beating to one day stop? We convince ourselves that we have a purpose, a reason for existing at all, but the truth is—we’re nothing more than empires waiting to fall, deluding ourselves into thinking we’re invincible. That we’re forever. Living isn’t prolonging the inevitable; it’s simply prolonging the acceptance of the truth our minds keep from our bodies.”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“His fingers grab onto the back of my head, yanking me back by the hair. Through his teeth, right against my parted, panting mouth, he snarls, “I hate you.” I smile a sad, breathy smile against his bared teeth. “Show me.” Another growl scrapes out of him at the same time his lips come crashing down on mine.”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“Because in the end, the only thing we have to fear in the dark are the things we run from in the light of day.”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“She told me, the key to making peace with the dark, was to make peace with myself. She said, as long as I remain honest with myself, I’ll be a lot less scared of the truths the dark may reveal.”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“Can we go back to drinking and laughing and pretending like”—he waves a hand around—“nothing exists beyond these four walls?” I study him. “There are more than four walls.” He groans, slapping his face with his inked hands.”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“Just two boys singing into a half-empty bottle of Jack, heads bent together as they try to belt out the words through their laughter, and I think⁠— This. Right here. Right fucking now. This is why I’m here. Waylon’s bright green-gold eyes find mine. His dimples are on full display as we grin big stupid grins, and sing our way through the bridge of my favorite Rolling Stones song. This is what I came back for. Not for answers. Not for closure. I came back to remember what it was like to be happy. To be whole.”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“I push back my stool and hop up. The world tilts a bit, but only a little. I’m definitely a little, teensy bit drunk. Grabbing the remote, I crank up the volume. “What are you doing?” he says loud enough to be heard over the music. Barefoot, I climb onto the bar. Waylon’s eyes go wide as I stand over him, his fingers clutching the guitar. I offer him my hand. “Let’s go, Rock Star.” His brow furrows. I crouch down and reach for the whiskey, fisting it by the neck, and I meet Waylon’s wary hazel gaze head-on. “We’re taking a time-out, okay?” “A time-out,” he repeats slowly. I search his eyes. “Yeah. Nothing else exists outside this bar tonight. Not your dad, not Zayne, not even the storm. Nothing. It’s just us. Just for tonight. We’re not Will and Way. We’re just two friends getting drunk. Rocking out to some really good music.”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“I just miss him. I always miss him when he’s not around. Like I’m missing a limb or something. It’s stupid, but it is what it is.”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“He blinks. “I don’t give a shit. Just don’t burn the place down.” Rolling her eyes, she pushes past him to head toward the steps. “Jesus, you start a fire one time...”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“I look up at the ceiling and whisper, “Everything’s fucking fine. Nothing is fine.”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“What can I say? I’m a Scorpio. Blame it on the stars.” He gives me a funny look. “Your birthday’s in May, dude. You’re a fucking Taurus.”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“It’s not like I have the best coping mechanisms. We all do what we can to keep going every day; that’s life for you. Let us have our vices and kindly shut the fuck up.”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will