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384 pages, Paperback
Published September 24, 2025
“Magic was real. And it can only be found folded between the pages of books.”
“I learned long ago that it's far better to stand alone with integrity than be surrounded by people who don’t even like who you are at your core.”
“You consume me. In everything I do. Every sound, every song, everything around me always comes back to you. Every silence in my life screams for your name. And when the silence dulls into my own perception, it’s still you. You’re the narrator of all my thoughts; everywhere I go, it’s you on my mind.”
“Magic was real. And it can only be found folded between the pages of books.”
“I have subjected myself to mortification for the sake of pushing a friendship with others more than I care to admit, and I refuse to do it again.”
“You never smile at me.”
“I do, just usually when you’re not looking.”
“I think I’d like to know what that’s like. To be the first person someone thinks about. To be the one that everything someone else does comes back to you. The one they always choose, to not be a maybe or a possible add-on, but to be a definite.”
“Let’s agree to leave the romanticizing to you and finding the horror in things for me.”
“I don’t like talking to anyone, but with you it’s so easy.”
“How rude of her, Fletcher thought. To come barreling into his life right when he was starting to figure things out, just to turn them all back upside down again..”
“I don’t know if you have an even match in this entire city, Flora.”
“Everyone has the quote wrong, Fletcher thought. It’s jealousy that makes the heart grow fonder, not distance.”
“You don’t have to overthink every word with me, okay? If you pick one person that gets to have you unfiltered, then let it be me.”
“Everybody’s got something they’re taking with them. They’re all drawn together that way.”
“I’m always listening when you talk.”
“Just assume from now on if I say I’m doing something, that I want you to do it with me.”
“I’ve seen Flora Anderson share a thousand smiles, but I like to think she saves the best ones for me. And he tucks every one she gives him into his back pocket for safe keeping.”
“Wherever Flora Anderson ended, Fletcher Harding began.”
“He refused to be in a universe where Flora Anderson didn’t learn to love herself.”
“I don’t want there to be a world where I don’t get to tell you my every thought.”
“It’s funny, how my favorite thing in the world has been so easily replaced by someone I met just months ago.”
"you never smile at me."
"i do, just usually when you're not looking."
“You said once that you wished you were the first person someone went to. I wanted to be that person for you.”
“You were,” I rear back and correct myself. “Are.”
He shakes his head. “You’re not just the first one for me, you’re the only one.”
You consume me. In everything I do. Every sound, every song, everything around me always comes back to you. Every silence in my life screams for your name. And when the silence dulls into my own perception, it’s still you. You’re the narrator of all my thoughts; everywhere I go, it’s you on my mind.
Wherever Flora Anderson ended, Fletcher Harding began.
How rude of her, Fletcher thought. To come barreling into his life right when he was starting to figure things out, just to turn them all back upside down again.
Magic was real. And it can only be found folded between the pages of books.
He really thought to himself "I’ve seen Flora Anderson share a thousand smiles, but I like to think she saves the best ones for me." And he tucks every one she gives him into his back pocket for safe keeping.
And when the worn, rough edges of the world began to fall to a close and the cool evening slid into the dark of night, Fletcher would lie there awake, listening to the sounds of the city and hoping she was listening with him across the street.
I would argue that the loneliest sound in the world is the symphony of laughter one door over.
Everyone has the quote wrong, Fletcher thought. It’s jealousy that makes the heart grow fonder, not distance.
"You consume me. In everything I do. Every sound, every song, everything around me always comes back to you. Every silence in my life screams for your name. And when the silence dulls into my own perception, it's still you. You're the narrator of all my thoughts; everywhere I go, it's you on my mind.”