Emily

“I had to do it all over, I would. Without a fucking doubt, I would do it again, because the only other option would be that you wouldn’t be standing in front of me—pissed off, but breathing. Alive and so damn beautiful that it sometimes kills me a little each time I look at you.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Darkest Star

“How could she feel nostalgia when he was right in front of her? How can you suffer from the absence of a person who is present?

You can suffer nostalgia in the presence of the beloved if you glimpse a future where the beloved is no more”
― Milan Kundera, Identity

“His shirt read MUGGLE IN THE STREETS, WIZARD IN THE SHEETS.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Darkest Star

“Isn’t that … Amanda’s car?” April suddenly walked past us, her blond ponytail swaying. “I don’t know,” Zoe answered. April slid past a small group. “Yeah. That is her car and it’s running.” I trailed behind April, glancing at Zoe. She shrugged. Amanda hadn’t been in chem today, but if that was her car and it was running, then was she…? It happened so fast. “Oh my God.” A girl stumbled back from the car, dropping her bag just as the driver’s side came into view. I saw it—saw everything before I had a chance to look away, to not see what would forever be imprinted in my mind. Amanda was sitting in the driver’s seat, her posture rigid. At first glance I thought she was driving—I thought everything was okay—but then I saw that her head was tipped back against the seat, her long blond hair falling over her shoulders. Then I saw her face. Someone screamed. Someone grabbed my arm. Someone was tugging on me. But I saw her face through the windshield. I saw where her eyes should’ve been, but they were just burnt-out black sockets.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Darkest Star