“I’m so tired. I’ve had this tightness in my chest for weeks, and this is the first time it’s lessened at all. I feel broken. I used to be able to handle everything, but…”
He smiles, and his eyes fall and settle on my mouth. “June, I’m not your enemy.” Those dark eyes hold my mouth for five heartbeats before they pop back up to meet my gaze. “I never was.”
“If I waited until I felt confident to live my life and do the things I want to do, I’d never live.” He stares into my eyes. “This lesson is one as old as time: Fake it till you make it. If you want something, pretend you’re the kind of person who’s not scared of it.”
...içten içe ona deli olurken dışarıdan zararsız yakın arkadaş gibi görünmekti.
Çok acımasız bir işkence türüydü doğrusu. Gözlerini güneşe dikmek ve fena halde yaksa da kırpamamak gibiydi.