LITOFCOLOURNET.

Inej Ghafa

she was inej ghafa, and she would not quiver like a rabbit in a snare. wherever i am, i just have to get out

she was decidedly uncomfortable with the switchblade. although she very much liked the idea of it— blue sargent, desperado; blue sargent, superhero; blue sargent, badass— she suspected that the only thing she would cut the first time she opened it was herself.

You’ll have to burn this. I hope you can keep it. I keep the memory. I imagine your hands on the paper. I imagine your fire.

“what do you want?“ maura asked. “not out of college. out of life.” blue swallowed the truth once, because she was ready to move from crisis and crying to solutions and stability. then she said the truth slowly and carefully, so that it would be manageable. “what i always wanted. to see the world. to make it better.”

This was the kiss he’d been waiting for. It was a gunshot. It was prairie fire. It was the spin of Makker’s Wheel. Jesper felt the pounding of his heart—or was it Wylan’s?—like a stampede in his chest, and the only thought in his head was a happy, startled, Oh.

“I don’t think you’ve ever felt anything that didn’t hurt you,” Julian said. “We’ve found each other, out of everyone else in the world. Does that hurt, too?”

the future is an ever changing stream. every choice, every decision we make, sends it down a different path.

A thousand leagues and a thousand sands. For you, a thousand times I would defy the sun.