The ships' masts press against the fog, letting us know they’re here. In the distance there’s a foghorn. Some vessel is slipping out farther toward the sea. "Such a mournful sound. So lonely," I say, hugging my knees to my chest. "Do you ever feel that way?" "Lonely?" I search for the words. "Restless. As if you haven’t really met yourself yet. As if you’d passed yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt-"Ah! There I am! I’ve been missing that piece!" But it happens too fast, and then that part of you disappears into the fog again. And you spend the rest of your days looking for it." He nods, and I think he’s appeasing me. I feel stupid for having said it. It’s sentimental and true, and I’ve revealed a part of myself I shouldn’t have. "Do you know what I think?" Kartik says at last. "What?" "Sometimes, I think you can glimpse it in another."
You can’t hold back the light, Gemma. I’m here. Trust me.
The water washes over the riverbank, erasing the edges till there’s nothing. But I saw it. I know it’s there. And when I wake, the room is white with the morning sun. The light is so bright it hurts my eyes. But I don’t dare close them. I won’t. Instead, I try to adjust to the dawn, letting the tears fall where they may, because it is morning; it is morning, and there is so much to see.
Maxxie: It's all my fault. I got off with Tony on the Russia trip. I only did it when I fell out with Anwar when he said he hated gays so I got upset and Tony said he'd give me head, to cheer me up, you know, and I didn't mean anything but I lost my head, and then he gave me head and then we got deported from Russia. And I'm really, really sorry for being a slut, okay?
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"Such a mournful sound. So lonely," I say, hugging my knees to my chest. "Do you ever feel that way?"
"Lonely?"
I search for the words. "Restless. As if you haven’t really met yourself yet. As if you’d passed yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt-"Ah! There I am! I’ve been missing that piece!" But it happens too fast, and then that part of you disappears into the fog again. And you spend the rest of your days looking for it."
He nods, and I think he’s appeasing me. I feel stupid for having said it. It’s sentimental and true, and I’ve revealed a part of myself I shouldn’t have.
"Do you know what I think?" Kartik says at last.
"What?"
"Sometimes, I think you can glimpse it in another."
- The Sweet Far Thing, Libba Bray
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- The Sweet Far Thing, Libba Bray
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The water washes over the riverbank, erasing the edges till there’s nothing. But I saw it. I know it’s there. And when I wake, the room is white with the morning sun. The light is so bright it hurts my eyes. But I don’t dare close them. I won’t. Instead, I try to adjust to the dawn, letting the tears fall where they may, because it is morning; it is morning, and there is so much to see.
- The Sweet Far Thing, Libba Bray
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Tony: We were better than that.
- Skins
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- Skins
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