Hope was supposed to be a good thing, but it was starting to feel like every other four-letter word you're not supposed to say.
Elizabeth ScottI want to lie down on the bench then, or better yet, on the grass, rest on something living and see if I can hear the dead underneath.
Elizabeth ScottTalking about someone who makes you happy actually makes you happy. Being happy makes you want to talk, to go over everything, to share it so you can remember it all over again.
Elizabeth ScottThen I heard someone laugh. I wished I didn't know whose laugh it was, but I knew Will's laugh just like I knew he had a small scar right above his left elbow. You couldn't be reluctantly lust-ridden for someone without noticing stuff about them.
Elizabeth Scott