“Do you ever wonder, Zelda, if you’re allowed to be happy?” Tears sprang to my eyes. “Yes,” I whispered. “All the time. Every minute.” His brows furrowed and he brushed the backs of his fingers along my cheek. “I hate… — Emma Scott Copy Share Image
“Do you ever…” I heard her swallow hard. “Do you think about us? What we had?” My chest ached at the longing in her voice. The fearful tentative reaching across the space between us. “Every minute,” I said. “I think… — Emma Scott Copy Share Image
“I was his. In every way. And he was mine. In that one heartbeat, I knew he felt it too.” — Emma Scott Copy Share Image
“They say all who wander are not lost. But some of us are. We’re really fucking lost, wandering until our feet bleed, and it… — Emma Scott Copy Share Image
“Not all men are like Steve.” “I know,” I said, “but I don’t have the ability to tell the difference.” You’re” — Emma Scott Copy Share Image
“Like a book that’s never read, the emotions are lost unless given weight and breath and voice.” — Emma Scott Copy Share Image
“I was lost in the dark without you, Beckett. You found me. You brought me home.” — Emma Scott Copy Share Image
“We exchanged looks, a commiseration; the girl with a scar and the boy with the freaky rep, and something shifted between us. An unspoken… — Emma Scott Copy Share Image
“There are times in this life in which we must do what is best, and so often what is best is not what is… — Emma Scott Copy Share Image
“Tell me what you want, I thought, glancing at her from the corner of my eye. Because I want everything.” — Emma Scott Copy Share Image
“Love and hope,” she said. “That’s life to me. Love for all the good that happens to you and the people you care about,… — Emma Scott Copy Share Image
“I let go. The shields guarding my heart lowered. Evan wasn’t taking, he was giving. His kiss gave me those impossible things I’d desperately… — Emma Scott Copy Share Image
