The small comfort i get from this brief death fantasy is outsized by my guilt. I shouldnt be daring mortality. Connor Murphy is actually dead, and i m sitting here pretending like i want to be. I dont want to be dead.I m finally sure of t hat. I just wished that life, for once, go smoothly. I can never sit back and sail. People like Rox can put their feet up and let the water carry them along.Not me. I m constantly on the verge of sinking.
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