Tiza

“My whole life has been one big broken promise.”
― Sara Zarr, How to Save a Life

“My dad died, I write. almost a year ago. Car accident. My hand is shaking; my eyes sting and fill. I add Not his fault before pushing the notebook and pen back across the table, wiping a hand across my cheeks.
As he reads, my impulse is to reach out, grab the notebook, run outside, dump it in the trash, bury it in the snow, throw it under the wheels of a passing car - something, something, so I can go back fifteen seconds when this part ofme was still shut away and private. Then I look at Ravi's face again, and the normally white white whites of his eyes are pink. This causes major disruption to my ability to control the flow of my own tears. I see myself when I look at him right now: he's reflecting my sadness, my broken heart, back to me.
He takes the pe, writes, and slides it over. You'd think it's something epic from the way it levels my heart. It isn't.
I'm really sorry, Jill.
Four little words.”
― Sara Zarr, How to Save a Life

“I would have thought this would make me feel better.. getting to be the one to leave and not the one left behind. But it didn't. Not at all.”
― Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever

“It's as if once you hit high school, you're programmed, like a robot, to be an asshole to your parents.”
― Sara Zarr, How to Save a Life