Out of Sight, Out of Time

He was beside me then, his arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly.

“I’m not crazy,” I whispered.

“I know.”

Believe it or not, that’s the most romantic thing Zachary Goode ever told me.

And I kind of loved him for it.

“You know,” I whispered, “some girls might think it’s creepy having a boy watch them sleep.”

“Good-bye, Dr. Steve,” I said, then climbed the stairs and went to the fifth floor to die.

Because death is the only thing that could have ever kept him from you

When you grow up in a house full of spies, you grow accustomed to silence. Life is classified. There is always so much that goes unsaid.

For years I’d thought that not knowing was the hard part. But right then all I wanted to do was forget.

The older I got, the smarter my teachers became.

“So you just…left?”
Zach huffed. “All the cool kids are doing it.”

Or maybe I just didn’t believe anything anymore.

maybe I just didn’t believe anything anymore.