Extraits

« Je me pose la même question tous les jours : Pourquoi moi ? »

- Quinton

I don’t try to kiss her or feel her up. I just hold her and let our bodies stay linked, wanting to know her and understand her more than I have with anyone since Lexi. For an instant, I have something to hold on to again, a reason to keep breathing, to live.

She sucks in a sharp, stammering breath, then kisses me back like she's been trapping her breath for ages and suddenly I'm supplying her with oxygen.

I'm learning that it's okay. It's okay to hurt. It's okay to cry. It's okay to admit we need help. It's okay to let go.

"One, two, three. One, two, three. I can’t seem to get the counting and the obsessing out of my head. I’m always drowning in it and the memories of that god awful day that I can’t quite remember, but can’t quite forget. It owns me. I just want to feel alive, but all I feel is numb. But then I meet Quinton. He makes me feel alive and for the first time in my life, I can breathe."

“Stuff happens. We get lost. We try to control what will happen. We give up. We do things that don’t make sense. We search for things in the wrongest of ways. We lose our way, but sometimes, if we’re really, really strong, we manage to find our way back.”

« Tu es comme ma chanson préférée, Nova. Celle que je ne veux jamais oublier. Que je veux rejouer encore et encore. »

“Nova said she went looking for me. No one ever goes looking for me or cared enough to worry about me. When she says it, I’m pretty certain my worthless heart shatters inside my chest, and she steals one of the pieces. If it didn’t already belong to someone else I probably would have handed her all the pieces right then and there.”

« Les gens disent que le temps guérit toutes les blessures, et peut-être qu'ils ont raison. Mais, et si les blessures ne guérissent pas correctement, comme quand des coupures laissent derrière de vilaines cicatrices, ou quand des os brisés se ressoudent ensemble mais ne sont plus aussi souples ? Est-ce que ça signifie qu'ils ne sont pas vraiment guéris ? Ou est-ce que le corps a fait ce qu'il a pu pour réparer ce qui a cassé... »