Quotes by Shannon A. Thompson

I wouldn’t be who I am today if it wasn’t for the people I had met and the people I had lost.

I thought of all the hardships and people that I had lost in the past few days alone, but, most of all, I thought of how I didnt regret any of it.

He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.

She was always daydreaming. She never wanted to live in the real world; she always seemed to be separated from other children her age. They couldn’t understand her or her imagination. She was always thinking outside of the box, breaking rules, and only following what her heart told her was right.

We had grown into one another somewhere along the way. We were officially a team.

War makes animals of men, and we cant let that happen to us. If we do, we wont have any chance of survival.

Her kiss was a good-bye and a promise and a dream.

But this girl—She reminded me of what it was like to believe in something. Her hope was naïve, but it was real, and I hadn’t felt something real in years. Nothing positive anyways. (Eric)

I leaned against the desk, ran my hand over my father’s paperwork, and picked up a pen. Turning around, I shoved it into my father’s hand. What’s this? he asked, raising a brow. You’ll need it to sign my death certificate, I said, pain vibrating my veins against my muscles and bones. Are we done now?” (Eric)

His resonating stare fluttered through my memory, and I shivered. I hadn’t seen kindness in his pupils. I only saw intensity, and, I hated to admit it, but he was beyond intimidating. He was overwhelming. (Jessica)

Luthicer hummed. Youre either brave or very foolish. Whats the difference? (Eric)

It was almost painful to be different.

I couldn’t help but feel as if everyone had lied about everything. We all had secrets. We all had a dark side to our innocent cover. I wondered what we would be like, if we had been completely honest with each other in the first place. Maybe more people would be alive, but then again, more people could be dead.

Hes been through so much and to watch that boy suffer makes me wish this world wasnt so cruel.

The closer he was the less confident I was.

I don’t believe that, I said, and he raised his brow beneath his shaggy hair. I never asked you to.” (Jessica)

When I first met him, he was everything I wanted to be, but over time, he showed me how I wanted to be myself, and that was how I fell in love with him.

His entire presence was like gravity, impossible to forget, possible to believe in, a theory merged into a law.

His hands fell to my hips, and his fingers dug through my rain-drenched clothes.

Instead of a criminal or a drug addict, I was looking at a boy—just a boy.