And the pain is too much it's too much it's too much and my hands are on my head and I'm rearing back and my mouth is open in a never-ending wordless wail of all the blackness that's inside me. And i fall back into it.
Patrick NessI don't know how much time passes with us just lying there, just feeling that the other is really there, really true, really alive, feeling the safety of him, his weight against mine, the roughness of his fingers touching my face, his warmth and his smell and the dustiness of his clothes, and we barely speak.
Patrick NessIdeals, my girl,โ she says. โAlways easier to believe in than live.โ โBut if you don't at least try to live them,โ Bradley says, โthen there's no point in living at all.
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