You don't have to do those things. You don't have to become a hero, Seth.
What would I do without you?" "You'll never find out.
Seth gave her that: a private space to believe in the illusion of normalcy.
Rejoice as summer should...chase away sorrows by living.
You're killing me here, Ash. Good, she said. She'd bend a few rules, but they both knew she wasn't going to push him beyond where he chose to go. Love wasn't to be based on trickery. But reminding him what he's refusing isn't trickery.
Over a four-month period, I sat down and wrote every day. And then there was a novel, and all of a sudden, there were agents and offers.