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428 pages, Paperback
First published August 10, 2020
⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Might Contain Spoilers*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
My cheeks warmed as the realization became impossible to deny: I was crushing on my teach. Fuck me.
“I’ve always been so good at playing by the rules, and I finally have too good a reason not to.”
We were thieves, stealing every opportunity, every moment that we could from the universe, greedily storing up everything so we could share it with one another.
I’d never expected falling to feel so much like flying.
What fucked-up kind of world made it so the most twisted of memories haunted us forever while those most precious slipped from our grasp within the span of an hour
“You guys are lucky,” he said, addressing the class. “I had a tumble into a puddle this morning and learned just how see-through this shirt was. Was close to you guys calling me Mr. Nipples throughout the rest of the semester.”
The class laughed, and we caught each other’s gazes.
He wore a friendly smile.
I was shocked.
Any other teacher might have been too proud to mention it,
“Does that all seem fair, Simon?”
“Beyond fair. Thank you, Mr. Warner.”
“It’s high school, not prison. You can make some mistakes here and there. If you need to ever chat about anything, feel free to swing by, during office hours or not. Life’s tough sometimes, but you don’t have to do it all on your own, okay?”
“If I were your wife, I wouldn’t try to control you. I wouldn’t demean you or insult you, and I especially wouldn’t disrespect you by running around. I would fucking worship you, because I would know what a fucking incredible human being you are, and that your love and respect are worth my fucking worshipping the ground you walk on. I would cherish you, because I know how fucking hard it is to find someone who isn’t in it just for themselves, who puts others’ needs above their own. So I would always put yours above mine, knowing, being absolutely certain, that you would do the same for me.”
I didn’t want his pity, but at the same time, what kind of person would he have been if he’d read that and not felt some?
"I spend so much time trying to do things to make that pain go away…and then I touched you, and we shared that kiss, and in a moment, something I spent my life trying to make go away, it was all gone, and I was free, really fucking free.”
“Pain doesn’t have an age limit.”
“I didn’t mean it that way. Just doesn’t seem right or fair.”
“None of it is right or fair. The world makes all these goddamn rules we have to blindly obey. And it feels like every rule is just to keep us from having a moment where we can think clearly, a moment where we can fucking breathe without the weight of the universe crushing us, fucking suffocating us.”
“Everything’s going to change, Kyle.”
“Everything’s already changed.” He kissed me again.
He was right.
Because before Kyle, there was only pain and hurt. And after him…it was like I’d just learned how to really breathe for the first time.
In a dark world of so much despair, I found a speck of light. Even if it dimmed or faded…or was cut off, to know it had existed for any stretch of time was better than the alternative.
Her gaze was right on me, that friendly expression, revealing her kindness, the sort that reminded me that, in spite of all the bad from my and Kyle’s pasts, there were good people in the world too. The world could be so cruel and take so much, but it could also be kind and giving.
