Five Feet Apart

Rachael Lippincott

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1: Stella
Watching them holding hands and exchanging longing glances, I wonder what it would be like to have somebody look at me like that. People are always looking at my cannula, my scars, my G-tube, not at me.
Sayfa 18 - TKQ'dan sonra yine Stella ismiyle devam ediyoruz... lütfen fragmanın gibi güzel ol :')
2: Will
She rolls her eyes, clearly not entertained by me. “You letting your friends borrow your room for sex isn’t cute.” Ah, so she’s a real goody two shoes. “Sex? Oh, heavens no. They told me they would be holding a slightly rowdy book club meeting in there for the better part of an hour.” She glares at me, definitely not amused by my sarcasm. “Ah. So that’s what this is about,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest. “You have something against sex.” “Of course not! I’ve had sex,” she says, her eyes widening as the words tumble out of her mouth. “It’s fine—” That is the biggest lie I’ve heard all year, and I’m practically surrounded by people who sugarcoat the fact that I’m dying. I laugh. “ ‘Fine’ isn’t exactly a ringing endorsement, but I’ll take common ground where I can get it.” Her thick eyebrows form a frown. “We have nothing in common.” I wink, having way too much fun pissing her off. “Cold. I like it.”
Sayfa 27 - 'i like it' diyen Cole hayal ediyorum dflgklşk
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2: Will
“Lighten up, Stella,” I say, sauntering to the door. “It’s just life. It’ll be over before we know it.”
Sayfa 29
2: Will
If I’m going to die, I’d like to actually live first. And then I’ll die.
Sayfa 33
4: Will
A freedom that makes my fingertips itch.
Sayfa 59 - yup!
5: Stella
Closer. Almost to the edge. I inhale sharply, the cold scraping at the inside of my lungs. He dangles one foot off the end, and the open air makes my throat tighten up. He can’t— “Will! No! Stop!” I shout, taking a step closer to him, my heart pounding in my ears. He stops, leg floating off the edge. One more step and he would have fallen. One more step and he would have . . . We stare at each other in silence, his blue eyes curious, interested. And then he starts to laugh, loud and deep and wild, in a way so familiar, it feels like pressing on a bruise. “Oh my god. The look on your face was priceless.” He mimics my voice, “Will! No! Stop!” “Are you fucking kidding me? Why would you do that? Falling to your death isn’t a joke!”
Sayfa 65
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6: Will
“I want to draw you,” I say before I can stop myself. “What?” she says, shaking her head adamantly. “No.” “Why not?” I ask. “You’re beautiful.” Shit. That slipped out. She stares at me, surprised and, unless I’m imagining it, just a little pleased. “Thank you, but no way.” I shrug and start walking toward the door. “Guess we don’t have a deal.” “You can’t practice a little discipline? Stick to your regimen? Even to save your own life?” I stop short, looking back at her. She doesn’t get it. “Nothing’s gonna save my life, Stella. Or yours.” I keep going down the hallway, calling over my shoulder, “Everyone in this world is breathing borrowed air.” I push the door open and am about to leave when her voice rings out from behind me. “Ugh, fine!” I spin around, shocked, the door clicking shut. “But no nudes,” she adds. She’s taken her face mask off and I can see her lips twitching into a smile. The first one she’s given me. She’s making a joke. Stella Grant is making a joke. I laugh, shaking my head. “Ah, I should’ve known you’d find a way to suck all the fun out of it.” “No posing for hours on end,” she says, looking back at the preemie, her face suddenly serious. “And your regimen. We do it my way.” “Deal,” I say, knowing that whatever she means by her way is going to be a gigantic pain in the ass. “I’d say let’s shake on it, but . . .” “Funny,” she says, looking at me and then nodding toward the door.
Sayfa 78 - dlkslşfk
8: Will
Surprised, I reach over to pause the Pink Floyd song on my computer, swiping right to answer the call. “I knew it!” she says as her wide eyes come into view. “Where’s your AffloVest? You weren’t supposed to take it off for another fifteen minutes. And did you take your Creon? I’ll bet that’s a no.” I fake an automated voice. “We’re sorry, you have reached a number that is no longer in service. If you feel you have reached this recording in error—” “You can’t be trusted,” she says, cutting into my killer impression. “So, here’s how this is going to work. We’ll do our treatments together so I know you’re really doing them.” I tuck the pencil I was using behind my ear, playing it cool. “Always looking for ways to spend more time with me.” She hangs up, but for just a second I swear I saw her smile. Interesting.
Sayfa 91 - hoş.
9: Stella
“ ‘Share everything I know about CF with others.’ I have this, uh, YouTube page . . . .” I draw a line through it and look up at Will to see him not at all surprised. Someone’s been checking up on me. “So is your plan to die really, really smart so you can join the debate team of the dead?” He points out the window with his pencil. “You ever think about, I don’t know . . . traveling the world or something?” I look back down to see number 27, “Sistine Chapel with Abby.” No line through it. I clear my throat, moving on. “ ‘Learn to play the piano.’ Done! ‘Speak fluent French’—” Will cuts me off. “Seriously, do you ever do anything off list? No offense, but none of that sounds fun.” I close the notebook, and he continues. “You want to hear my list? Take a painting class with Bob Ross. Lots of happy little trees and cadmium yellow that you don’t think will work but then . . .” “He’s dead,” I tell him. He gives me a lopsided grin. “Ah, well, then I guess I’ll just have to settle for sex in the Vatican!” I roll my eyes at him. “I think you have a better shot at meeting Bob Ross.” He winks but then his face gets serious. More serious than I’ve ever seen it. “Okay, okay. I’d like to travel the world and really get to see it, you know? Not just the inside of hospitals.” He looks back down and keeps sketching. “They’re kind of all the same. Same generic rooms. Same tile floors. Same sterile smell. I’ve been everywhere without actually seeing anything.”
Sayfa 104 - ehheh Will.
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