What had been became what was and a story only works when you know the ending. When the people in it donโt seem like pretend. When you can think about that girl and how she was once upon a time, and see her. When you donโt already know the story is a lie.
Elizabeth ScottI see what grief does, how it strips you bare, shows you all the things you don't want to know. That loss doesn't end, that there isn't a moment where you are done, when you can neatly put it away and move on.
Elizabeth ScottI'm so not interesting in having to try and make something out of foil." What, you didn't like the poncho with wraparound leggings?" It was beyond hideou- wait a minute. You watch that show?" My mom loves it." But your suppose to be sulking in the basement getting ready to light fires." What can I say? I'm a failure as a teenager. I watch TV with my mom.
Elizabeth ScottThis is what happiness is, past the rubbish of its overuse as a word, past the cracked gloss of the letters that mean nothing when strung together. They mean something now, and I know what it's like when you and someone else are right together. How simple is is, and how amazing.
Elizabeth ScottMy father looked like he was having a strokeโ not that Mel seemed to notice because he just kept talking. โPatrick needs a ride. No car, you know, and so I figured, hey, I can pick up some gas money.โ He laughed. No one else did, and now Patrick looked like he was trying to push himself inside the door and hide.
Elizabeth Scott