“Trixie felt the sting of the skin as it split, the sweet welling rise of blood.It hurt, though not as much as everything else.”
“Crazy girls did this, girls who walked like zombies through YA novels.But.Trixie felt the sting of the skin as it split, the sweet welling rise of blood.It hurt, though not as much as everything else idd.”
“DO you think it hurts to die?" Not as much as it hurts to live, Trixie thought.”
“For a split second, his finger touches my skin, and he might as well have brushed me with a lit match.”
“We hurt so much because we have lost a part of ourselves. If we have loved much, we must have given much also, and when everything's over, we feel as though we have lost everything.”
“I whispered “I’m not,” even though I was. Not scared of him, but scared of everything I felt. Sometimes it was too much. What I felt for him was bigger than the world, than anything.”