Bridget cried for the leavers and the left. For the people, like herself, grimly forsaking what precious gifts they would ever get.
Ann BrasharesHe just wanted to look at her and know her life was marching along under the same arch of time and space as he is.
Ann BrasharesShe'd cried over a broken heart before. She knew what that felt like, and it didn't feel like this. Her heart felt not so much broken as just ... empty. It felt like she was an outline empty in the middle. The outline cried senselessly for the absent middle. The past cried for the present that was nothing.
Ann Brashares