amie-kaufman

My breath catches, responding to an unfamiliar pull in my chest, an ache in my soul. I shouldn__ miss him, but I do; this boy who had every right to pull that trigger, and instead threw himself between me and death. This boy, the only one who believes I__ not what they say I am what I believed I was; a soldier without a soul, a girl with no heart to break. He__ the only one who__ proved me wrong.

He can__ take his eyes off the stars, but I can__ take mine off his face.

All of it__or this. Leading us to a door we can't open, a password we don't have.

His eyes move to my lips, and I know he__ thinking the same thing; I can feel it in the way the air charges between us. I can almost taste him half an inch away, can feel the way the tiny hairs on my skin lift and reach for him like plants seeking the sunlight.

What does it mean?_ Flynn turns to gaze at me, eyes finally meeting mine.I find myself smiling because I know exactly what it means. __t means the clouds are clearing on Avon.

He can__ take his eyes off the stars, but I can__ take mine off his face. I can see the stars reflected in his eyes, can see the wonder of it in the way his mouth opens but no sound comes out. His eyes, his face__hey__e beautiful.

He__ as tense as I am, maybe even more so, but it__ so hard to reconcile that with the serenity of weightlessness. His faux-blond hair is floating out away from his head. He__ wearing a worn, much-mended, and too-large shirt his friend in town must__e found for him to help him blend in. He looks nothing like the Romeo who dragged me off the base, nothing like the Cormac who threw himself between his own people and me. It__ like that guy__ gone, and I killed him.