Wren Wilds > Quotes

“I'm about to walk out when I notice something on Jay's pillow. A piece of paper, folded in half. My name is written on the outside in Jay's handwriting, the letters shaky and uneven like he wrote it with his wrong hand. I pick it up with trembling fingers and unfold it carefully, and inside there are just a few lines. I meant every word. I will find you. Don't give up on me.
Remember my name. — J Something breaks inside me when I read those words. Something that was already cracked splits completely open, and I have to bite down hard on my lip to keep from crying out loud, from sobbing right here in front of the police officer who's waiting by the door.”
― Wren Wilds, Remember My Name: An M/M Romance

“I understand why the rules exist. I even understand that they help some kids. But I can barely afford to eat. The part-time job at Carl's garage pays minimum wage, and minimum wage doesn't cover rent and food and transportation and all the other costs of being alive. It's a trap. The whole system is a trap designed to keep you down. You need money to survive, but you need stability to make money, but you need money to have stability. And if you're starting from nothing, with no family to fall back on and no safety net to catch you, then every wrong step can send you spiraling down into a hole you'll never climb out of.”
― Wren Wilds, Remember My Name: An M/M Romance

“A few miles later, I turn off onto a smaller road. Jay watches the scenery change—condos and beach shops replacing the strip malls. Then I make one more turn, and suddenly the road dead-ends. And there it is. Right in front of us. The beach and the gorgeous Gulf of Mexico. The beach stretches out wide in front of us with white sand so bright it's almost blinding in the sunlight. The water color shifts from brilliant turquoise to deep emerald to dark blue as it stretches toward the horizon. And overhead, seagulls are squawking, their calls mixing with the rhythmic sound of the waves. This is Jay's safe place. The one he described to me when we were kids—the beach he'd never been to but imagined anyway, the place he went in his mind when everything else was too much to bear.”
― Wren Wilds, Remember My Name: An M/M Romance