Lancali

Against the unforgiving landscape of a hospital, I fell in love with a mischievous, sun-eyed boy who became my only joy in that desolate place. That’s what made it all the more soul-crushing when he committed suicide in front of me.

Since then, I've sworn never to love anyone again. With three exceptions: My friends, Sony, Neo, and Coeur, a little gang of rebellious, dying kids. Sony leads the charge with the air of freedom and only one lung to breathe it. Neo, a bad-tempered and wheel-chaired writer, keeps track of our great deeds from stealing to terrorizing our nurse. Coeur is the beautiful boy, the muscle, the gentle giant with a failing heart.

Before death inevitably knocks down our doors, my thieves and I have one last heist planned. A great escape that will take us far from abusive parents, crippling loss, and the realities of our diseases. So what happens when someone else walks through the door? What happens when a girl joins our party and renders me speechless with her mischievous smile? What happens when she has suns in her eyes, and as terrified as I am to lose again, I start to fall?

I fell in love with hope

Heather

My stars are falling. And I can’t save them. 

The truth of who I am doesn’t make sense, but it doesn’t have to.

's been there most of your life, a noise akin to a heart monitor sounding day and night. A countdown. A countdown, by the way, that you can't see. Look at your bomb, hold it up like a watch. All that'll stare back at you is a blinking red light and that barking beep to accompany it. They are reminders that this bomb will go off. You just don't know when.

The sun rises every day, he says, light affectionately caressing his skin between the blinds. Do you think it rises because it fell?

Neo rolls his eyes. "Didn't know the suburbs were in hell.'’

People have stories written on them, around them, in their past, in their futures. I like to unravel them.

my thoughts no longer begin or end, they jumble together until I'm an incoherent mess of flustered attitudes

I MIGHT NEVER BE YOUR KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOUR I MIGHT NEVER BE THE ONE YOU TAKE HOMW TO MOTHER

"Trying to be a knight in shining armor, are you?"

Destruction is addictive, he writes. The more I am, the less I want to be. The less I am, the lesser I want to become.

It’s difficult to ignore what you love, even when its existence is as conditional as what you hate.

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