Crow's Row (Crow's Row #1)

Allí está justo allí, mirándote a la cara —ese momento cuando te das cuenta de que tienes todo lo que has trabajado, lo que has esperado, y finalmente lo encuentras totalmente cumplido. ¿Qué sucede después de eso? ¿Vas al nuevo mundo de "¿Qué más hay?", o terminas tu bagel y vives feliz para siempre? Mí allí no era lo que yo pensaba que sería. Para algunas personas —la mayoría— al objetivo final se le atribuye un signo de dólar. Trabajan toda su vida para construir su dinero Allí.

Colors. Would it be green or blue today? Maybe white—my favorite. A dark voice in the back of my mind offered no color at all as an alternative. I smothered that voice. The days of no color were simply too hard to bear. I needed color today.

He had been a real person whom I loved and who had, inexplicably, loved me.

How do you know when you're There, I had once wondered. Maybe you're lucky enough to notice the moment it's happening to you. Maybe you're able to block out all the other stuff that is, in the end, just background noise. But, most often, you don't know that you were There until you lose it, or until it gets taken away from you. When you look back, you clearly see that time, that place, when all the pieces of you had finally fit together to make you blissfully happy, make you your whole self. Like one of those jumbo puzzles that take up your entire kitchen table for weeks, the tiny pieces are just cardboard shapes with colors splashed on them, and they don't make any sense until you find their rightful place among the other pieces. When you put the last piece into place and the pieces now form a complete picture, that's when you're There. But while you were busy thinking about gluing the puzzle together, so that the pieces would never be apart again, someone comes from behind you, destroys the last piece and throws the rest of the pieces away. Even if you could muster up enough courage to put the pieces back together, the picture would never be complete again, because of the last missing piece...which, as it turned out, was smack in the middle, or in the heart, of the picture.

Love is excruciating, especially when you can feel it slipping through your fingers and there is nothing you can do about it. Like someone was playing tug-of-war with my limbs, ripping to shreds whatever was left behind. What it would feel like when love was lost...I wouldn't survive that. I closed my eyes willing the tears to stay hidden behind my eyelids and focusing on breathing in and out instead of the pain that was ramming in my heart.

—Probablemente morirás si te quedas conmigo —alertó.
—Entonces estoy muerta de cualquier manera, porque no sobreviviré sin ti. —No había nada que pudiera decir y que me convenciera que estar sin él era la mejor opción.
(…)
Él tenía razón. Yo estaba rota. Probablemente nunca podrían repararme. Pero, en este momento, y en todos los momentos cuando estamos juntos, y sobre todo cuando me mira de esa manera, ardiente, como si yo fuera todo lo que necesita, no me siento rota.

Si, los cuervos son traviesos, les gusta jugar trucos en nosotros, pero también son extremadamente fieles a su especie. Cuando un cuervo esta luchando, buscara a su especie para sobrevivir. Se cuidan unos a otros como a una familia, lazos de sangre o no.

The day i met Cameron,the pieces started to flow into place,and the night that Cameron kissed me,the day that he sat next to me and told that he loved me,that was when the last piece of me were snapped into place.Every other second,minute,hour that i spent with Cameron after that moment made the last piece of my puzzle grow stronger,so that it made the damaged,the broken pieces become insignificant-mere background noise.But Cameron had taken the last piece of the puzzle with him,and a black hole was all that was left in its stead.How do you recover from that? How do you survive?You don't, I resolved.There's no coming back from that permanent void left inside of you.You become a shell,going through the motions without emotion,like a robot,while the rest of me was wherever Cameron was...

The problem is normal was'nt in my DNA. I was destined to be forever freakish.

Unless you lock me in here, you can't expect me to barricade myself in your room when your gone all the time."
Cameron smiled ruefully.
"Why not? You could sit here counting the minutes til I came home after a hard day's work and made your wait worthwhile

Whoever said that love hurts was wrong. Love is excruciating, especially when you can feel it slipping through your fingers and there is nothing you can do about it.

Whoever said that love hurts was wrong. Love is excruciating, especially when you can feel it slipping through your fingers and there is nothing you can do about it. Like someone was playing tug-of-war with my limbs, ripping to shreds whatever was left behind. What it would feel like when love was lost...I wouldn't survive that

You know, no matter how cool some guys think they are, when it comes to some girls, it's like they lose their mind. They start saying and doing really stupid stuff

You'll probably die if you stay with me,' he told me.
'Then I'm dead either way, because I won't survive without you.

You're beautifully naive Emmy... I don't want to change that