My God, Sage. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them?" That uncomfortable feeling was spreading over me again. "What about them?" "The color," he breathed. "When you stand in the light. They're amazing... like molten gold. I could paint those..." He reached toward me but then pulled back. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful.
Richelle MeadWhile I'm fine with you two dating and being happy, please try not to break his heart too much when the time comes.
Richelle MeadI didnโt get her cutting at all. Sheโd done it sporadically, ever since the accident and it scared me each time. She'd try to explain it to me, how she didn't want to dieโshe just needed to get it out somehow. She felt so much emotionally, she would say, that a physical outletโphysical painโwas the only way to make the internal pain go away. It was the only way she could control it.
Richelle Mead