There is warmth shooting through my broken body where there should be pain, and I put my arms around the back of his neck and I hold on to him. I hold on because you never know in this place when something good will be taken away.
Don't you miss it?" I say. "Being free." He laughs.
I've done it all before, I tell myself, and I can do it again. Trust is the strongest weapon.
Rhine. The river that, somewhere out there, has broken free.
Tell freedom I said hello.' 'If I happen to see it, I will.
None of the wives mention the security guards by the door, who will probably tackle us to the ground if we try to leave without our husbands.
I can almost see what Gabriel meant when he asked, 'What has the free world got that you can’t get here?' Almost. Freedom, Gabriel. That’s what you can’t get here.
I can hear my brother's voice in my head. Your problem is that you're too emotional. But how can I not be emotional, Rowan? How can I not care?
I want to make a world more magical than my own. I don't care if it makes sense, I don't care if it's ridiculed or if, rather than a neat round planet that goes around forever, it ends with a cliff that falls off into nothing. I want to have my eyes wide open, and I want to see this room and at the same time, not this room.
You’re insane, you know that?” he says. “It’s the only thing keeping me afloat,” I say.
I lost everyone I loved," I tell him. I wait for him to look at me, and then I add, "The day I met you.
Everyone should remember being born. It doesn't seem fair that we only remember dying.
I used to have only one name; it used to mean something.
Poor kid,' Jenna says, and rolls her eyes toward me for a moment. Then she returns to her book. 'She doesn't even understand what kind of place this is.
Good night, sweetheart," he says. "Good bye, sweetheart," I say. And it's so casual, so innocent that he doesn't suspect a thing.
Before I can process what’s happening, Deirdre has opened her hands and Linden has taken the ring from her and slipped it onto my finger. “Rhine Ashby,” he says. “My wife.
I don't dare touch her. Loss is a knowledge I'm sorry to have. Perhaps the only thing worse than experiencing it, is watching it replay anew in someone else--all the awful stages picking up like a chorus that has to be sung.
Life is much different from the days when there were lilies in my mother’s garden, and all my secrets fit into a paper cup.
A party in the orange grove. The pain on Linden's face is immediate. I am unwavering. He has cost me more pain than I will ever be able to repay.
In the distance I see a lighthouse. The light washes over us and continues on its rotation. This time, I don't know where the light will guide us.
The sullen boy sitting before me is not my husband, and the girl he is fretting over isn't me, will never be me.
I think, in this strange world of beautiful things, there may be some humanity after all.
I liked just being with you. I liked the way you breathed when you were asleep. I liked when you took the champagne glass from my hand. I liked how your fingers were always too long for your gloves.
Don't forget how you got here. Don't Forget.
I figured it out eventually," she says. She's sitting on the edge of the gurney again; her features slowly materialize as my vision clears. "It's momentum." "What?" I whisper. The feeling returning to my lips, spreading out to my fingertips and toes. "Momentum," she repeats. "You can't just stand there if you want something to fly. You have to run.
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