A boy brought back from the dead.īookQuoters is a community of passionate readers who enjoy sharing the most meaningful, I close my eyes and reopen them: the boy from a dream, from a different lifetime. Only his hair is the same: that auburn crown, like leaves in autumn. His eyes-once a sweet, melted brown, like syrup-have hardened. On his neck, just behind his left ear, a small tattooed number curves around the three-pronged scar that fooled me, for so long, into believing he was cured. He is much thinner, and a scar runs from his eyebrow all the way down to his jaw. My ears are full of rushing I have been sucked into a tunnel, a place of pleasure and chaos. The whole world closes around me, like an eyelid: For a moment, everything goes dark. "You and me."īehind us the door creaks open, and I turn around, expecting Raven, just as a voice cuts through the air: "Don't believe her." They are eyes to swim in, to float in, forever. “Promise me we'll stay together, okay?" His eyes are once again the clear blue of a perfectly transparent pool.
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