Tracey

“You survived.’
The look on his face is almost surprised. He blinks at me from somewhere deep in his mental bubble.
‘Yeah,’ he says. ‘Yeah, I guess.’

But in that second, in his face, I see the whole world. I finally understand something crucial.
James Mycroft did die in that car crash seven years ago. Seeing what he saw, experiencing all that pain, that ten-year-old boy passed away. The person who returned was not the same. He was changed so completely, so physically and mentally transformed, it was as though a whole different individual was born. A different boy, living in a different place, with a guardian and no parents, a boy with no past and only one name...

All the blood rushes out of my cheeks as that name falls off my lips. ‘Mycroft...”
― Ellie Marney, Every Word

“How to stop time: kiss.
How to travel in time: read.
How to escape time: music.
How to feel time: write.
How to release time: breathe.”
― Matt Haig, Reasons to Stay Alive

“He hugs me. That's all he does. He hugs me tightly without a word, yet I can feel everything he's saying.”
― Colleen Hoover, Too Late

“You don't have to pretend with me, you know.' He reaches out and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. His expression is so open and honest I feel it like a sucker punch. 'I used to pretend, all the time, so I can spot it a mile away. If you're feeling shit, then just say so. I don't need to know the reason, it might be none of my business—'
'I'm feeling shit.”
― Ellie Marney, Every Breath