the dragons are dangerous, yes. they can do harm, yes. but they're not evil. they're beneath our morality, like any animal. or beyond it. they have nothing to do with it.
we must choose and choose again. the animals need only be and do. we're yoked, and they're free.
“what would your father say to me?” he wondered aloud as i turned wearily away from him.
“i don't know,” i told him bluntly. “i never knew him. only you.”
i've gotten so good about not flinching at the sound of your name that people don't know i'd still throw myself mouth-open into the ocean for the chance to drown somewhere you might see it.
didn't you wake up feeling that you had no future? didn't you walk around drained of all meaning, without the right to even the slightest danger? didn't you have to promise, a hundred times, not to die?
i was with someone i loved, with you. i was cold, and the snow glistened. you know how the snow glistens at night when the moon shines. it was as though i was not on earth.
why didn't adam text me back?
was adam injured, was he bored with ronan, did he prefer the company of his urbane new friends, calm down, ronan, stop being needy, ronan, get yourself together, ronan, you're always the car crash, ronan.
i'm sorry. please, come back. please, lay with me a moment longer. i know it's your fault but let me fix it. i'm afraid you left because you don't love me anymore,