It’s against the rules of humanity to believe there is nothing we can do.
I didn’t know you had a girlfriend, Griggs. Anson Choi feigns surprise. What’s her name?I didn’t actually catch her name, Griggs continues.Lily, Raffaela says over her shoulder and this time I give her a sideways look.Great to know that I’m in love with a girl with a cool name.It’s Taylor’s middle name, Raffaela calls back again.
This is the best night of my life, Raffy says, crying.Raffy, half our House has burnt down, I say wearily. We don’t have a kitchen.Why do you always have to be so pessimistic? she asks. We can double up in our rooms and have a barbecue every night like the Cadets.Silently I vow to keep Raffy around for the rest of my life.
Don’t let anyone take care of you. Can you maybe leave that for me to do? I mean, take care of you? Feel free to take care of me in return… because I think I’ll need you to do that.
When I turn around, he cups my face in his hands and he kisses me so deeply that I don’t know who is breathing for who, but his mouth and tongue taste like warm honey. I don’t know how long it lasts, but when I let go of him, I miss it already.
A piece of me is gone, she told me once while we were bra shopping. I think we’re made up of all these different pieces and every time someone goes, you’re left with less of yourself.
What if she’s all I give you in this life of ours, my love? she asked quietly. Then I’ll shout at the goddess in fury, he said fiercely. I’ll beg to know why I’ve been given so much when other men have so little.
I wish everyone would stop crying, Tom. Uncle Joe would be so angry about it. But she’s crying herself now. He’d be so angry at us, Tom, for crying so much when all he did was laugh.
It’s funny how you can forget everything except people loving you. Maybe that’s why humans find it so hard getting over love affairs. It’s not the pain they’re getting over, it’s the love.
What’s with what you’re wearing? Griggs asks while we stand outside waiting for the others.It’s pretty hideous, isn’t it? I say.Don’t force me to look at it, he says. It’s see-through.That kills conversation for a couple of seconds.
When it was over, she gathered him in her arms. And told him the terrible irony of her life.
That she had wanted to be dead all those years while her brother had been alive. That had been her sin.
And this was her penance.
Wanting to live when everyone else seemed dead.
Do you want to know something about tyrants? When faced with death, they weep and they beg just like the rest of us.
Phaedra of Alonso’s death was a never-ending pain that gnawed at his insides. It made him a prisoner in his own cottage.