Defy Me (Shatter Me)

Happiness does not happen. Happiness must be uncovered, separated from the skin of pain. It must be claimed. Kept close.

Protected.

“I love you, Ella,” I whisper. “I will love you for the rest of my life. My heart is yours. Please don’t ever give it back to me.”

“Have you ever heard of Blue Streak?”
I blink at him. “That’s the name of a movie?”
“Romeo Must Die? Bad Boys? Rush Hour? Rush Hour 2? Rush Hour 3? Actually, Rush Hour 3 wasn’t that great. Tangled?”

A little blond boy. So blond his hair is white. He’s staring, intensely, at a single dandelion in his hands.

Adam looks like he might be on fire. Like fire might literally come out of his eyeballs. Like it might be his new superpower.

“if she were from Oceania she would have an accent.”

The chime sounds again, and this time, I say something decidedly ungentlemanly under my breath.

That you could love me at all seems like some kind of miracle.”

God, the fantasies I’ve had about her.

Would you like to join me?”