“What happens if they return?” I asked, leaning forward in the metal chair, my elbow pressing into my knee. “Won’t they seek punishment for all of us?” “Maybe they’ll return, maybe they won’t,” Gwen shrugged. “All I know is that… — Nicole Sobon Copy Share Image
“Together. The fact that one single word could send my heart aflutter was utterly ridiculous. I didn’t fall for boys I hardly knew. At least, I hadn’t until I met Glate. The night in the shack, things changed between us. The walls I’d built up once the Sectors were formed? Glate had torn them down, and I knew that Lex… — Nicole Sobon Copy Share
“No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t let them go. He wanted to start fresh, but there is no denying the heart… — Nicole Sobon Copy Share Image
“My past is trying to catch up to me and I must continue run from it. It's the only way I can live.” — Nicole Sobon Copy Share Image
“Hope could be a devastating emotion if you allowed it to control you.” — Nicole Sobon Copy Share Image
“There is no way of stopping death, not here. You can prolong it. But at some point, it is bound to catch up to… — Nicole Sobon Copy Share Image
“Wait. Was that a thank you, or a lecture?” I stared back at Ramona, eyebrows raised. “A bit of both, I suppose.” She laughed.… — Nicole Sobon Copy Share Image
“I knew it was a terrible idea. We were supposed to be leaving our past behind us, not fully embracing it. But she was… — Nicole Sobon Copy Share Image
“While I waited for Adley to answer, I took in our surroundings. The sky was a lovely shade of pink, there were scattered flowers… — Nicole Sobon Copy Share Image
“How could you explain to someone that sometimes it was not worth living in the past when the past was all that they had… — Nicole Sobon Copy Share Image
“It was easy to believe in anything when you were desperate enough...” — Nicole Sobon Copy Share Image
“This cell was a form of hell. I was trapped in my past, unable to escape my mistakes, forced to relive them each time… — Nicole Sobon Copy Share Image
“body went tense, forcing goose bumps to rise over my bare arms. My tough demeanor had been ripped apart and was replaced by a… — Nicole Sobon Copy Share Image
