“He wishes he could remember everything. Anything. He doesn’t sense a bone in his body that can feel compassion or worthiness. Self-pity hides away as well, the lowest form of emotion not even capable of resting in his wrecked mind.” — Christy A. Campbell Copy Share Image
“There is the scent too. Wonder follows it; wonder about how a boy can smell like that when he probably has no idea. He smells like the woods in the winter or the rain when it first falls, or maybe… — Christy A. Campbell Copy Share Image
“He wishes he could remember everything. Anything. He doesn’t sense a bone in his body that can feel compassion or worthiness. Self-pity hides away… — Christy A. Campbell Copy Share Image
“The butterflies swirl again in Sera’s stomach. Perhaps they have brought along fireflies too, to light up her soul.” — Christy A. Campbell Copy Share Image
“There is the scent too. Wonder follows it; wonder about how a boy can smell like that when he probably has no idea. He… — Christy A. Campbell Copy Share Image
“She pulls her hand away and Damian feels the sensation of falling, a somersault into a foreign abyss where a girl with eggplant hair… — Christy A. Campbell Copy Share Image
“He reflects on all the times he thought she wasn’t sure of her feelings for him, when perhaps she might’ve been taking a leisurely… — Christy A. Campbell Copy Share Image
“How would Elijah ever understand a life that is dark more than light? Or a shadow of someone who follows her around, and when… — Christy A. Campbell Copy Share Image
“She smells like spring and flowers and rain, even though it’s winter. Sometimes, he thinks he loves her so much that his mind is… — Christy A. Campbell Copy Share Image
