“Do you remember when I told you that I sometimes believe that you’re not real? That I imagined you just to hurt myself?” Reed says softly with a bitterly self-effacing laugh that has nothing to do with humor. “I know… — Amy A. Bartol Copy Share Image
“I can't figure out what's wrong with her feet! -Nothing's wrong with my feet! -They are an alluring shade of pink. -Jax, that's nail… — Amy A. Bartol Copy Share Image
“Whatever it is that’s making you cry, look away from it. It doesn’t have you. I do.” — Amy A. Bartol Copy Share Image
“Reed's blood is now mixed with mine, so that he is always with me, no matter where I am.” — Amy A. Bartol Copy Share Image
“security…” he trails off, picking up my black bikini top that was flung over the lamp. I pluck what’s left of the top out… — Amy A. Bartol Copy Share Image
“Reed’s face inches closer to mine on the pillow as he says, “Let me try to explain something to you, Evie. All of these… — Amy A. Bartol Copy Share Image
“If they took you from me, it would be like they concealed my heart from me.” — Amy A. Bartol Copy Share Image
“Instead of asking yourself how you can change that aspect of you, maybe you should be asking yourself why you were created that way.… — Amy A. Bartol Copy Share Image
“You have made no secret of the fact that you hate me.” His eyes soften again. “Hate you?” he asks. “Not as much as… — Amy A. Bartol Copy Share Image
“You’re not her. You’re better. You think for yourself, and you never back down when you believe you’re right. And you’re not perfect, like… — Amy A. Bartol Copy Share Image
“Evie's head is pressed tightly to my chest; I would pull her inside of me and have my heart beat for us both if… — Amy A. Bartol Copy Share Image
“ask God to bind my life to your life so that my mind will be one with your mind,” I repeat the words Phaedrus… — Amy A. Bartol Copy Share Image
