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Parfois, écrire se rapproche de la chute libre : vos doigts s'agitent sur le clavier comme vos jambes dans le vide.

So this is what you look like when you're keeping a giant secret from me - exactly the same as usual.

Cath exhaled. Then inhaled. Her chest was so tight, it hurt both ways. Levi shouldn't get to make her feel this way - he shouldn't even have access to her chest.

You kissed him, right? The only question is, do you want to kiss him again?

Smiling is confusing, she thought. This is why I don´t do it

Maybe 'Okay' will be our 'always'...

...story is a powerful stimulant with tremendous influence over how we think and act. Like meth, only safer.

Why do I write?To be somewhere elseTo get free of ourselvesTo stopTo stop being anything or anywhere at allTo disappear

When she opened her door, Levi was sitting in the hallway, his legs bent in front of him, hunched forward on his knees. He looked up when she stepped out.____ such an idiot,_ he said.Cath fell between his knees and hugged him.__ can__ believe I said that,_ he said. __ can__ even go nine hours without seeing you.