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“Warm tingles trail under my skin, and I shiver.
“Please,” he says, dropping my hands so he can tuck one of his into my hair and tilt my head up to him. “Come with me to the symposium. And then come with me to the pub and the museum, to the park, to the sunset, to the sky.”
His cinnamon breath is warm on my lips, and I remember the night on the balcony under the stars when I wanted so badly for him to close the distance between us.
“You speak like a poet,” I whisper.
When he laughs, I feel the rumble of it where my hands rest against his chest, and my whole body trembles.
“Just say yes!” Lucy cries from behind the curtain. “For Artist’s sake, Myra!”
“Go to sleep!” I shout back, not taking my eyes from August.”
― A Forgery of Roses
“Please,” he says, dropping my hands so he can tuck one of his into my hair and tilt my head up to him. “Come with me to the symposium. And then come with me to the pub and the museum, to the park, to the sunset, to the sky.”
His cinnamon breath is warm on my lips, and I remember the night on the balcony under the stars when I wanted so badly for him to close the distance between us.
“You speak like a poet,” I whisper.
When he laughs, I feel the rumble of it where my hands rest against his chest, and my whole body trembles.
“Just say yes!” Lucy cries from behind the curtain. “For Artist’s sake, Myra!”
“Go to sleep!” I shout back, not taking my eyes from August.”
― A Forgery of Roses
“You're right, though. You do deserve to dance, wear pretty dresses, and eat fine foods. You are worth celebrating.'
Words have stuck in my throat. My body has gone completely numb.
'But they'll kill you if they find out the truth.' He pushes a lock of hair back over my shoulder. 'And a world without you in it? That's not a world I want to even imagine.”
― Sing Me Forgotten
Words have stuck in my throat. My body has gone completely numb.
'But they'll kill you if they find out the truth.' He pushes a lock of hair back over my shoulder. 'And a world without you in it? That's not a world I want to even imagine.”
― Sing Me Forgotten
“Before you, music was just music. But not anymore. Where everything was dull and mute before, you've brought brightness and life. I don't want to lose that.' He grasps my arms and pulls me around to face him. 'Please don't go to that ball, Isda.”
― Sing Me Forgotten
― Sing Me Forgotten
“Despite what my mother thinks, I’m not totally inept,” August says quietly. “Let me help you.”
― A Forgery of Roses
― A Forgery of Roses
“But I don’t do crowds.”
“Why?” I search his face, desperate to understand, desperate to see.
“Because that’s how it is.”
“But—”
“No. Don’t do that.” His voice hardens.
I take a step back. “Do what?”
“Stand there and tell me that if I just tried, if I just ‘put myself out there,’ I could get over it.” Though he’s still speaking barely above a whisper, it feels as though he’s shouting, and I take a step back. “Have you ever felt like your heart was about to beat itself to death? Like your lungs were seizing up? It’s not a pleasant experience. Your vision goes splotchy, and your body feels like it’s shredding itself inside. Hot sweats. Dry mouth. It feels like dying, and I’m sorry, but I don’t have to force myself to go through that because you think I should.” He pauses to take a slow breath and turns away. “The more I try to force myself to be something I’m not, the worse the attacks get. So no. I’m not going.”
― A Forgery of Roses
“Why?” I search his face, desperate to understand, desperate to see.
“Because that’s how it is.”
“But—”
“No. Don’t do that.” His voice hardens.
I take a step back. “Do what?”
“Stand there and tell me that if I just tried, if I just ‘put myself out there,’ I could get over it.” Though he’s still speaking barely above a whisper, it feels as though he’s shouting, and I take a step back. “Have you ever felt like your heart was about to beat itself to death? Like your lungs were seizing up? It’s not a pleasant experience. Your vision goes splotchy, and your body feels like it’s shredding itself inside. Hot sweats. Dry mouth. It feels like dying, and I’m sorry, but I don’t have to force myself to go through that because you think I should.” He pauses to take a slow breath and turns away. “The more I try to force myself to be something I’m not, the worse the attacks get. So no. I’m not going.”
― A Forgery of Roses
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