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By Anonym 16 Sep

Catherine Doyle

He wasn't looking at me, and I wasn't looking at him. "Sometimes I wonder if you make decisions just to piss me off." I glared at the road. "Sometimes I wonder if you give yourself too much credit in my decision-making.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Catherine Doyle

The whole point of being a good friend is being in the darkness. I’ll be your light, until you can be it yourself again.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Catherine Doyle

So, you care about me now,’ I said, meaning to make a joke of it, but it came out soft and low and full of something guttural that made me embarrassed. ‘Why?’ “Because I don’t know anybody like you. You’re like … a rare artefact. And it would be a shame if you got broken.’ Amusement spluttered from me in the most unattractive way. ‘Are you really comparing me to an antique right now? Oh my God, you nerd.” He started laughing, and the carefree melody of it swept me up until I was laughing too, and it was absurd because our families were being threatened and murdered and there we were squished together in a hundred-degree heat outside a maximum security prison, and we used to hate each other and now we were laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes. He composed himself first, but it took a while and I was left choking my laughter into silence. ‘What I meant was,’ his face twisted into a quiet smile that felt secret and deadly, ‘you’re a bright spark, Sophie. And I don’t want anyone to snuff you out.’ ‘Oh.’ Well I couldn’t make fun of that. Was I supposed to say something back? Wasn’t that how compliments worked? The silence was growing and suddenly his words felt heavy and important and he was so close to me and I was perspiring and panicking, and … and I said, ‘And you’re kind of like a snowflake.’ Oh, Jesus Christ. He masked his fleeting surprise with a quirked eyebrow. ‘Excuse me?’ ‘Nothing,’ I said quickly. ‘I didn’t say anything.’ ‘No, no,’ he said, rounding on me so his face was too close, his eyes too searing, his smile too irritating. ‘I’m a snowflake, am I?’ ‘Shut up. Seriously.’ I pulled wisps of loose hair around my cheeks. ‘Shut up.’ ‘I think you were trying to tell me I was special.’ ‘Icy,’ I said. ‘I meant you were icy.’ I could practically taste his glee. I was floundering, and he was relishing it. ‘And unique, in that you’re uniquely annoying,’ I added. ‘God, you’re annoying.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Catherine Doyle

I must be irresistible. You can’t stay away from me for more than twenty-four hours.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Catherine Doyle

I didn't kiss Sophie to get back at you, I kissed her because I'm in love with her!

By Anonym 15 Sep

Catherine Doyle

But as of this past month, I think something terrifying is happening to me'' 'Oh?' I said, matching her pitch. 'Yeah.' She nodded solemnly at the road. 'I'm not sure yet, but I think, I think, I might be a Belieber now' I clutched at my heart. 'Good God' 'His stuff is just so on point these days, what am I supposed to do? Not listen to it? Not sing along? I'm only human, Soph. A beautiful, hilarious, intelligent human'.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Catherine Doyle

You mean to say a family of hot-tempered Mafia people are all cosying up with each other on a Saturday night to sit down and watch a movie about a family of hot-tempered Mafia people...? Is that really what you're telling me?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Catherine Doyle

It was called ‘We Wear the Mask’, by Paul Laurence Dunbar. I transcribed the first stanza and then started jotting down my reaction to it. We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties. I used to wear masks so subtle I barely noticed them. A compliment to my mother after a dismal meal, a smile at my best friend when she sang out of tune, a forced laugh at my uncle’s bad jokes. I wore small masks that came and went, like fleeting expressions. I am stuck inside the mask I wear now. I want to rip it off. I want to show my scars to the world, to unveil the ugliness that breathes inside me. I want to be unashamed. I want to be unafraid. But every day the mask gets tighter, and I suffocate a little more. I stopped writing.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Catherine Doyle

There is beauty everywhere; even in the dark, there is light, and that is the rarest kind of all.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Catherine Doyle

And you’re kind of like a snowflake.’ Oh, Jesus Christ. He masked his fleeting surprise with a quirked eyebrow. ‘Excuse me?’ ‘Nothing,’ I said quickly. ‘I didn’t say anything.’ ‘No, no,’ he said, rounding on me so his face was too close, his eyes too searing, his smile too irritating. ‘I’m a snowflake, am I?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Catherine Doyle

He dropped his voice, and came a couple of inches closer. "I think you're beautiful when you wear oversize hoodies and fleece pyjamas with teddy bears on them. Or when you wear thick socks and use them to slide around on marble floors when you think no one's looking at you." "I - Oh. You know about that." "And I think you are especially beautiful when you are giving out to me." "In that case, you must find me constantly compelling.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Catherine Doyle

You really are something else.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Catherine Doyle

Maybe I am looking at you,’ he whispered. 'Maybe I always have been.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Catherine Doyle

What are you going to do, Luca?' I clenched my fists at my sides. 'Pull a gun on me?' 'If that's what it takes.' 'How brave!' I exploded. We were so close to one another now. 'You can't use your words. but you're more than happy to use your gun.' 'I'm not going to be responsible for ruining your innocence!' I tilted my face towards him to show I wasn't afraid, or as innocent as he clearly thought. 'Go ahead,' I whispered. 'Shatter it.' We were nose to nose. 'It almost worked last time, when you told me about my dad.' 'I don't care,' he replied resolutely. 'I'm not punching Bambi in the face.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Catherine Doyle

You can’t avoid the inevitability of death. It comes at you one way or another, and takes us all to the same place in the end. To apologize for it is to apologize for the sun shining or the rain falling. It is what it is.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Catherine Doyle

It was an uncomfortable feeling, staring into the darkest moments of someone’s soul without them knowing.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Catherine Doyle

I knew I couldn’t trust my illogical heart, and that meant I had to do everything in my power to stay away from him so I wouldn’t have to.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Catherine Doyle

There's no love as real as that of a girl and her best friend.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Catherine Doyle

She pulled me into a hug and I squeezed her so tight we lost our breaths. "I love you, Soph." She pulled back from me, her eyes wide and searching. "I'll see you really soon." "I know," I said, forcing my smile. "And I love you too." She tapped my nose and dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "We're the real love story here, you know that, don't you?" I wiped a tear from my cheek. "I know that, Mil. I've always known that.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Catherine Doyle

Above the thunder clash of an angry sky, the Tide Summoner rang out.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Catherine Doyle

So,' he said, his lip curling. 'There are some things you deem worthy enough to kill for, Gianluca.' Luca's reply came in one steady breath. 'Only one.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Catherine Doyle

You realize you’ve been staring at me for the past five minutes?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Catherine Doyle

Do you ever take a holiday? Like, do any of you just wake up and think ‘Today feels like a pyjama day.’? or is it always, ‘Today is a good day for murdering and stalking.’?