“I leaned against my door, struggling to catch my breath, and thought that maybe hell wasn't a place at all, but a thing. A contagious thing. A thing that could creep up the steps, seep through the crack under my… — Megan Miranda Copy Share
“I knew how I was supposed to feel when I was with him. Well, I knew what I was not supposed to feel. I wasn't supposed to feel anxious. Not tense, either. Or maybe I was. Maybe this was normal. I didn't know. So I let him whisper in my ear and put his hands on my hips. And I… — Megan Miranda Copy Share
“Fears were learned, but they were also inherited. Natural Selection. Run from the lion. Jump away from the tiny, poisonous insects. They exist for… — Megan Miranda Copy Share Image
“We were in a pit. Fitting. This was, after all, my hell. This pit around the lake. The lake that had taken so much.… — Megan Miranda Copy Share Image
“of all the things I'd either inherited or learned from my mother, the art of the lie was the most useful.” — Megan Miranda Copy Share Image
“Then there was this empty silence-a hole in the noisy crowd. Troy watched me, Dad watched Troy watching me, and I watched Dad watching… — Megan Miranda Copy Share Image
“But the truth is that the only reason I could understand what I was feeling in that moment was because I had spent years… — Megan Miranda Copy Share Image
“Alot can happen in eleven minutes. Decker can run two miles in eleven minutes. I once wrote an English essay in ten. And God knows Carson Levine can talk a girl out of her clothes in less then half that time. Eleven minutes might as well be eternity underwater. It only takes three minutes without air for loss consciousness. Permanent… — Megan Miranda Copy Share
“I wanted to rewind. Go back. Tell Decker to take the long way around. Go back even further. Ask Decker to stay inside with… — Megan Miranda Copy Share Image
“Who would win in a fight? The past or the future? The past. Every time. It was relentless.” — Megan Miranda Copy Share Image
“Funny hoe everything can change in an instant. From death to life. From empty to full. From darkness to light. Or maybe I just wasn't looking. I hadn't known that light could be a feeling and sound could be a color and a kiss could be both a question and an answer. And that heaven could be the ocean or… — Megan Miranda Copy Share
