“But I can’t leave, not yet. I’ll stay with her until sunrise. If I brace my feet, I won’t slide. I can rest my cheek on the roof tile and still see her. Pacing. Pulling her hair. “I’ll fix you,” I tell her. “I promise.” Even though I don’t know how. It’s better than good-bye.” OscarNia Book:Candor Source: Candor
“It’s disgusting. They melted my girl down and poured her into their mold. And this perversion is what she cooled into. I can’t be near her. Can’t see her, smell her, hear her voice chirping like a bird. I tell her the same thing I’ve been whispering every night on the roof. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault.” OscarNia Book:Candor Source: Candor