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1 " Think of the glory. Think of your reputation. Think how great it'll look on your next resume." On my cenotaph, you mean. Nobody will be able to collect enough of my scattered atoms to bury. You going to cover my funeral expenses, son?" Splendidly. Banners, dancing girls, and enough beer to float your coffin to Valhalla." - Miles coaxing Ky Tung to agree to an almost suicidal mission "
2 " I lie awake in bed until way past midnight, fervently hoping Ky is going make an appearance at any moment to explain his behavior. But as the clock chimes two, I have no choice but to face facts.He isn’t coming.And it feels ominous.Like the winds are changing, and destiny is altering.His absence is more than telling.It has a finality to it that scares me half to death. "
― Siobhan Davis , Losing Kyler (The Kennedy Boys, #2)
3 " Any other questions?" " Just one," I say. " What color are your eyes?" I want to know what he thinks, how he sees himself - the real Ky - when he dares to look." Blue," he says sounding surprised, " they've always been blue." " Not to me." " What do they look like to you?" he says puzzled, amused. Not looking at my mouth anymore, looking into my eyes." Lots of colors," I say. " At first I thought they were brown. Once I thought they were green..." " What are they now?" he asks. He widens his eyes a little, leans closer, lets me look as long and deep as I want." Well?" " Everything," I tell him, " They're everything. "
4 " I'm falling in love. I am in love. and it's not with Xander, though I do love him. I'm sure of that, as sure as I am of the fact what I feel for Ky is something different. "
― Ally Condie , Matched (Matched, #1)
5 " I love you." lightning. Once it has forked, hot-white, from sky to earth, there is no going back.It's time. I feel it, I know it. My eyes on him, his on me, and both of us breathing, watching, tired of of waiting. Ky close his eyes, but mine are still open. what will it feel like, his lips on mine? Like a secret told, a promise kept? Like that line in the poem-a shower of all my days- silvery rain falling all around me, where the lighting meets the earth? The whistle blows below us and the moment breaks. We are safe.For now. "
