You're too important to just... die.
I want to cry because something terrible happened, and I saw it, and I could not see a way to mend it.
Caleb runs up to me and folds me carefully in his arms. I breathe a sigh of relief. I thought I had gotten to the point where I didn’t need my brother anymore, but I don’t think such a point actually exists.
Be brave, Beatrice. I love you.
You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it.
I never used to understand why people bothered to hold hands as they walked, but then he runs one of his fingertips down my palm, and I shiver and understand it completely