“Clinical, brilliantly medical-minded Adam believes in fate. A fate with Fia.” — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“I don’t want to think about things like normal and safe, things I can’t have.” — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“It’s about Fia. Everything always is, even when she is nowhere near, even when she left all of us. We still orbit… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“Oh, Adam. When will you stop messing everything up? And why do I keep letting you?” — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“I am the ocean. I am the yacht in the middle of the ocean. I am nothing. I am flames.” — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“I think happy thoughts and feel happy things and I do not let myself near the swirling black edges of the hole… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“If we are defined by what we have lost, James and I will never really be found.” — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“We have another friend in common. Sweetest girl. She’s like a sane version of you. Goes by Annie.” — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“My bed is massive (I drown in it, and it doesn’t matter how big the bed is, my nightmares more than fill… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“But James is my north now. The flames are my north now. Our dark secrets are my north now.” — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“I don’t even remember what happy felt like. I think it probably felt like that night I got really drunk with James.… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“I like her. The pixie is going to be my friend. I know it like I know I’m not going to see… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“Ah, but that’s the glory of not being Eden. She can feel bad all she wants and we never have to feel… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“Cole gets up and then says, “Adam. Five texts. I can read them to you.” He pauses. “Unless they’re personal.” I roll… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“She rubs her arm where I grabbed her. “What do you do to the people you don’t like?” I flash my teeth… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out. James. “What,” I answer, annoyed. I don’t want his voice on… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“I lie constantly. All the time. I’m nothing but one big mass of lies.” — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“I’m his. It’s such a relief to be someone’s, to not have to be my own.” — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“I’m still afraid to sleep—too many ghosts peering creeping condemning.” — Kiersten white Copy Share Image
“Probably you should stay out of my head. It’s not a friendly place.” — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“I wash myself clean of guilt, of pain, of fear, of emotion. I am the ocean. I am empty. I am nothing.” — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“Then she leans over, brushes her lips against his forehead, and turns off the lamp.” — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
