“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
“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 unable to distinguish between love and obsession. Which is worse?” — 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
