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270 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 22, 2015
'Your yard looks nice,' he says.
'So they tell me,' I say.
Touch me. Kiss me. I'm yours. Yours.
I know he won't though. He would not cheat.
I like his shoes. Vans. His long feet.
“How is it that one day Digby was Eden’s admittedly extra-cute brother, and then the next he stole air, gave jitters, twisted my insides up?”
“Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
“What kind of person doesn’t come back? I don’t know. What kind of person leaves in the first place?”
“Said she needed a break from everything (See also: Us)”
“How does a barely noticeable star become your very own sun?”
"Then his fingers are on my arm and touching light, tracing slowly, and my lungs are huge, bigger than they ever have been. I don't ever want it to stop.
Trace me forever."
"Your yard looks nice," he says.
"So they tell me," I say.
Touch me. Kiss me. I'm yours. Yours.
I know he won't though. He would not cheat.
I like his shoes. Vans. His long feet.
"Le persone sono buone" insiste Eden. "A volte"
"No" risponde Digby. "Le persone hanno buone intenzioni. Il che è tutta un'altra storia."
"La luce, lui è come la luce. Mi ha toccato il braccio con la mano e io ne sento ancora il calore, Eden. Abbiamo mangiato un cheesesteak insieme. Si ricordava il mio cibo preferito. Mi ha fatto ascoltare della musica. Ha le labbra più perfette del mondo, come di seta. Mi bacia come se mi conoscesse da sempre. Quando mi dà una mano, è il migliore aiuto che potrei ricevere. Quando va via, mi sento sola al mondo."
"Non andartene docile in quella notte buona. Infuriati, infuriati contro il morire della luce."