Interference

I'm gonna fight to give you those stars, Soot. Every fucking one of them. I'm gonna shove them down in my pockets and bring them all back to you. I promise.

What are you doing?" I asked, breathless. "Memorizing you." I tried to suck back in some of the air his answer knocked out of me. "In case I wake up and this isn't real again. I want to remember this forever.

Sometimes, at the very end, when we want to kick and scream and fight to stay with the ones we love, we have to give in and let them go. We have to be strong and selfless and tell them it’s time to leave us.

The problem with not choosing forgiveness is you’re the one who’s trapped. You can’t forgive someone else’s mistakes, so you end up hurt and angry. And those both turn too easily into mistakes of your own.

Perfecting cream. That’s what they called this crap I’d swiped from my mother’s makeup bag. It had to make me gorgeous. By law.

We could never be a mistake, Brayden.

What are you doing?" I asked, breathless. "Memorizing you.

I fucking crave you. You're all I want. You always have been. I just...don't think I'm good enough to deserve you yet. I'm trying to be. Christ, I'm trying, baby girl. To be good enough to earn all our dreams. To be good enough so you'll never leave.