“It was him or me. I chose me. But I feel dead too.”
“He smiles in my memory. A curled lip. Straight teeth. Light in his eyes. Laughing, teasing, more alive in memory than I m in reality. It was him or me. I chose me. But I feel dead too.”
“It's with a feeling of despair that I return her to his arms. I want him to be angry. I want him to challenge me. Because then the truth will be out and I won't have to hide my feelings. But he trusts me too much to suspect me. And I love him too much to hurt him.”
“I pretended he was my brother, only he was better than a brother because I chose him and he chose me. —Rosie”
“I thought you were dead.""Me too, baby, me too," he said weakly.”
“You chose me, I chose you. End of story.”