I am his, and he is mine, and it has been that way all along.
Sabrina Wildberger. 16.
The marks humans leave are too often scars
A gust of air presses against my left side, throwing my body weight to the right. I gasp and cling to the rungs m balance shifting. Four’s Cold hand clamps around one of my my hips, on of his fingers finding a strip of bare skin just under the hem of my T-shirt. He squeezes, steadying me and pushing me gently to the left, restoring my balance.
Now I can breath.
I have been attacked by crows and men with grotesque faces; I have been set on fire by the boy who almost threw me off a ledge; I have almost drowned—twice—and this is what I can’t cope with? This is the fear I have no solutions for—a boy I like, who wants to…have sex with me?
“I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”