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250 pages, ebook
First published June 28, 2016
"The daylight is for all those other normal people. For all the blunt, round edges in life. But the night? We own the night."
The girl in the mirror would be beautiful—not because she’s skinny or has the prettiest makeup or most expensive clothes, but because she knows she’s beautiful. Because no one has to tell her for her to believe it.
I miss talking to her. I miss how she knew what to say and when to say it. I miss the way she knew my heart better than I did. I just miss her—wholly and without measure. And my heart has been breaking these last months as I watch her shrink and shrink and shrink until sometimes she looks like a stranger inside my grandmother’s skin.
Now all I can think about is how much of the universe I’ve missed all this time, thinking that he was it.
"You’re a symphony, and I’m sorry she couldn’t hear it."
“Cheat!” I howl, laughing so hard my spleen is beginning to hurt. “Cheat! Cheat! Foul on the forty-yard line!”
“And what’s my penalty?” My laughter slowly dies in my throat as I realize how close we actually are.