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" That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Nothing makes any sense anymore. Like, why am I talking to you? Why am I telling you this when you don’t care?”
This question, at least, I knew the answer to. “But that’s why you’re telling me.” I knew it was true. If we’d had the opportunity to deliver our confessions to anyone who actually cared about their contents, there was no way either of us would’ve opened our mouths. Sharing revelations is easier when it doesn’t matter.
She was quiet. I heard other girls’ voices in the background, high, wordless streams of conversation, followed by the hiss of running water, and then silence again. “Okay,” she said.
“Okay, what?” I asked.
“Okay, maybe you can call me. Sometime. Now you have my number.”
I didn’t even have time to say bye before she hung up. "
― Maggie Stiefvater , Linger (The Wolves of Mercy Falls, #2)
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" My eyes smarted with the cold . I held my free hand out, palm up, and watched as snow dissolved on my skin. This was not real life. This was life as watched through a window. Life watched on television. I couldn’t remember when I hadn’t hidden from this. I was cold, I had a handful of snow, and I was human. The future stretched before me, infinite and growing and mine, in a way that nothing had ever been before. Sudden euphoria rushed through me, a grin stretching my face at this cosmic lottery I had won. I had risked everything and gained everything, and here I was, of the world and in it. "
― Maggie Stiefvater , Linger (The Wolves of Mercy Falls, #2)