summer
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but what does it even matter if my intentions are never good? my road to hell isn't paved with good intentions- or bad -it's just my road.
Baz
I go where he wants. I take what I can get.
"Can I?" he asks.
Can you what, Simon? Kiss me? Kill me? Break my heart?
I tocuh him like he's made of butterfly wings.
"You don't have to ask." I say it loud enough that he'll hear me, over everyting.
Sayfa 222 - kalbimi buraya gömdüm, gözyaşlarımla beraber.
Bazı hikâyeler tam tahmin ettiğin gibi ilerler. Bazılarıysa son sayfada tüm bildiklerini sorgulatır. 🤯
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Simon
I knock my face into his. I hang over him.
This is the point, the proximity, where I usually pull away.
"Can I?" I say, pressing in. I'm not sure he'll hear me, over everything.
Sayfa 221 - I am sure he heard.
He points to the sky above us, black as pitch here in the desert and filled with twinkling stars. I see them, Snow, I'm not blind.
Sayfa 220 - of baz jskdjdlkdsd
I try not to think about how long it's been since I felt him like this. Against me, shoulder to knee. I'm afraid if I do, I'll hold on too tight. I'll do whatever I did in the first place to scare him away.
Sayfa 220 - baz...