“Can I tell you something?" He tilted his head, moving in closer still, so close that she could feel his breath against her cheek. "Do you want to know what my grandma used to say about kisses on the forehead?"… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
“They are part of his imagination, part of his story, and so, part of him. If he would not hurt you, then it only… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share
“Yesterday,” she began, speaking to his back, hurrying as though there was some element of him that was part hourglass.” — Kelly Creagh Copy Share
“She felt him pull her to him. His voice, acidic and sharp, buzzed in her ear. "Soon...I'll be all that's left.” — Kelly Creagh Copy Share
“You're really a blond," she said, her tone just short of accusatory. "And if you tell anyone, I will come to you in the… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share
“He smiled like he couldn't help it. She couldn't believe it. He was actally smiling , teeth and all. Had she ever seen him… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share
“It is naught but pain and regret when we think of the things and people we will never have, the opportunities we may never… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share
“I can't help it that I'm susceptible to you," he whispered. "You know that. It's just that you're so...unreal...and so I have to touch… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share
“To Madeline, This subtle second self Sheaf of me Can do more than you ever could. Like you, it can leave And go Somewhere… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share
“Isobel, this was the only way I knew how to reach you. After tonight it will all go away. I never meant for you… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share
“A glance toward her digital clock showed the numbers twitching and randomly changing on their own, as though her clock couldn’t make up its… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share
