“What are you doing?” I yell. “Don’t you know what’s coming?”
But that isn’t fair. The fact is she didn’t know, had no way of knowing, and that was her blessing and why I miss her so much, more than anyone, if I’m being honest. When I cry—when I let myself cry—that’s who I cry for. I don’t cry for myself. I cry for the Cassie that’s gone.
And I wonder what that Cassie would think of me.
jessica wiyantihas quoted4 years ago
You’re beating plowshares into swords, Vosch. You are remaking us.
We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo.
And we will be your masterpiece.
Kamu menebas mata bajak menjadi pedang, Vosch. Anda mengubah kami.
Kami adalah tanah liat, dan Anda adalah Michelangelo.
Dan kami akan menjadi mahakarya Anda.
jessica wiyantihas quoted4 years ago
beating plowshares into swords, Vosch. You are remaking us.