Day just smiles at me, an expression so sad that it breaks through my numbness, and I begin to cry. Those bright blue eyes. Before me is the boy who has bandaged my wounds on the streets of Lake, who has guarded his family with every bone in his body, who has stayed by my side in spite of everything, the boy of light and laughter and life, of grief and fury and passion, the boy whose fate is intertwined with mine, forever and always. "I love you," he whispers. "Can you stay awhile?
Marie LuSo, tell me,โ he whispers. โHow fast did you climb those fourteen stories?โ Thomas makes a disapproving sound in his throat, but I break into a grin. Stormโs past. Metias loves me again. โSix minutes,โ I whisper back to my brother. โAnd forty-four seconds. How do you like that?โ โThat must be some sort of record. Not that, you know, youโre supposed to do it.
Marie LuBe true to yourself. But that's something everyone says and no one means. No one wants you to be yourself. They want you to be the version of yourself that they like.
Marie Lu