Two weeks until your cure" she says finally. "Sixteen days" I say, but in my head I'm counting: Seven days. Seven days until I'm free and away from all these people and their sliding superficial lives brushing past one another gliding, gliding, gliding from life to death. For them there's hardly a change between the two.
Lauren OliverBecause?' I prompt 'Because I'm sorry, but I can't help it, and I really need to kiss you right now.
Lauren OliverIโm sorry for everything.โ Then he turns and pushes back into the woods, and heโs gone.
Lauren Oliver