Balance, Chlo Give and take. Push and pull. You for her, her for you. I think they're mad that I tried to have it both ways to keep you alive and her, too.
... but when I asked where the extra doors led,Ruby smiled and said sometimes you need more than oneway to reach the outside...
I could see her smile. I wished I hadn't because it was the kind of smile she never gave to me. It was a smile for a boy who wanted to know her and never would. A smile for a girl who wanted to be like her and never could be. A smile for a perfect stranger.
In reality I was a pencil drawing of a photocopy of a Polaroid of my sister- you could see the resemblance in a certain light if you were seeking it out because I told you first if you were being nice.
...I sat there in the boat under her stars and her moon gated on all sides by the mountains watching the last bits of her breath float up and away.
It was Ruby's favorite kind of story: where the boys lost and the girls won and got a souvenir in the bargain.
I was an echo of her.
Most people, in the end, really are all on their own.
Rubys stories didnt have morals. They meant one thing in the light and one thing in the dark and another thing entirely when she was wearing sunglasses.
Ruby told me it didn't matter what a boy was thinking about you so long as you had a good hold on what you were thinking about him.
She smelled of deep, dark things and untold secrets and all of what she was keeping from me.
Something I would always remember. When you forget how bad it hurts, you feel so free.
Sometimes a perfect memory can be ruined if put to words.
Sometimes you need more than one way to reach the outside
Sure. I would go. Balloon or bus or thumb out onthe highway
There's something ugly about a pretty boy who knows he's pretty and assumes everyone else know it too.
There was something to be said for the bodiless feeling that came after the cold. Something I would always remember. When you forget how bad it hurts, you feel so free.
The story you choose to tell isn't always the story you believe.
This is how I know blood is meaningless family connections are a lot like old gum -you don't have to keep chewing. You can always spit it out and stick it under the table. You can walk away.