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352 pages, Hardcover
First published September 13, 2013
"Maybe I really had been meant to fade away."
“But the thing is, sharing hands doesn't mean sharing goals. Sharing eyes doesn't mean sharing visions. And sharing a heart doesn't mean sharing the things we love.”
floating
in a pool
hot summer day
smiling faces
relaxing in the sun
bliss
The first blink was followed by the first breath. Then the second. The third.
Addie was gone, and I was still here, sitting on the bed.
Alone.
The word echoed through the empty chambers of my mind.
Nobody but I knew.
I curled our fingers into a fist, harder and harder until our nails bit a painful line across the center of our palm. Then I studied the stair-step pattern of red crescent moons etched into our skin.
The silence in the room––in our head––was enormous. It seemed at once a great, untouchable emptiness and some stifling, half-living thing that might, at any moment, break down the door hiding me from the rest of the world.
“Everybody’s got sad stories.” Devon’s voice was as ungiving as stone. “And everyone thinks they’re so very special and broken because of them.”
The first blink was followed by the first breath. Then the second. The third.
Addie was gone, and I was still here, sitting on the bed.
Alone.
Sometimes we make mistakes and they're so terrible the word mistake doesn't seem big enough to encompass it. but it happens. and the only way to make up for it is by cleaning up the mess.
But the thing is, sharing hands doesn't mean sharing goals. Sharing eyes doesn't mean sharing visions. And sharing a heart doesn't mean sharing the things we love.