I gasp, pressing both palms to my chest. Now the monstrous thing has its claws around my throat, squeezing my airway. I twist and put my head between my knees, breathing until the strangled feeling leaves me.
VERONICA ROTHI gasp, pressing both palms to my chest. Now the monstrous thing has its claws around my throat, squeezing my airway. I twist and put my head between my knees, breathing until the strangled feeling leaves me.
VERONICA ROTHThe truth is… you are hurting me. Not on purpose, I know that. But I love you and every second that you don´t love me back…it hurts.
VERONICA ROTHDesperation can make a person do surprising things.
VERONICA ROTHSometimes it involves giving up everything you have ever known, or everyone you have ever loved for the sake of something greater.
VERONICA ROTHI have to face the fear. I have to take control of the situation and find a way to make it less frightening.
VERONICA ROTHYou don’t believe things because they make your life better, you believe them because they’re true.
VERONICA ROTHIn that moment I know exactly what I want; I want to peel away all the layers of clothing between us, strip away everything that separates us, the past and the present and the future.
VERONICA ROTHMy name is Four,” I say. “Call me ‘Stiff’ again and you and I will have a problem.
VERONICA ROTHTo find that place between what I want and what I think is wise.
VERONICA ROTHThat’s what love does. When it’s right, it makes you more than you were, more than you thought you could be.
VERONICA ROTHI feel the monster of grief again, writhing in the empty space where my heart and stomach used to be.
VERONICA ROTHI know that change is difficult, and comes slowly, and that it is the work of many days strung together in a long line until the origin of them is forgotten.
VERONICA ROTHThen I realize what it is. It’s him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.
VERONICA ROTHBecause even a sliver of distance between us is infuriating.
VERONICA ROTHI feel it racing through me, eating away at the weight. There is nothing that can kill me now; I am powerful and invincible and eternal.
VERONICA ROTHChoices can be made again.” -Evelyn Johnson (Eaton)
VERONICA ROTH