“Had you been lying all along? Mum gently stroked my hair. I whispered into her shoulder. “I can’t go back. Not yet. I can’t leave.” And she held my head tight to her chest and wrapped her arms around me. “You don’t have to,” she said, rocking me. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, not anymore.” And I cried.” WantSaidI CanLyingHairArmsShouldersChestsCriedMum Author:Lucy Christopher
“I stayed there, curled up into the warmth of your body, under the blankets, like something soft in a shell. Your arms were firm as rock around me.” BodyRocksArmsYour BodyFirmWarmthShellsBlanketLike Something Book:Stolen Source: Stolen
“I remember the lights turning into blurs of blazing fire. I remember the air-conditioning chilling my arms. The smell of coffee smudging into the smell of eucalyptus.” LightRememberFireAirArmsSmellCoffeeChillConditioningBlurBlazingAir Conditioning Book:Stolen Source: Stolen
“I wrapped my arms around me as tightly as I could, and stared up at the stars. Had I not been so cold and wanting to escape so badly, I could have stared at them forever: They were amazingly beautiful, so dense and bright. My eyes could get lost up there if I left them looking long enough. [...] They swallowed me up. They were like a hundred thousand tiny candles, sending out hope.” IfsLongEnoughEyeBeautifulLostLeftStarsForeverArmsColdThousandHundredTinyCandleDense Book:Stolen Source: Stolen
