warner

Lift your hips for me, love.

Warner. A white bird with streaks of gold like a crown atop its head. A fair - skinned boy with gold hair, the leader of Sector 45. It was always him. All along . The link.

Please," he says. "I'm begging you to stop."I still. "I can't stomach your pain," he says. "I can feel it so strongly and it's making me crazy- please," he says to me. "Don't be sad. Or hurt. Or guilty. You've done nothing wrong." "I'm sorry-""Don't be sorry, either," he says. "God, the only reason I'm not going to kill Kent for this is because I know it would only upset you more.

I have to get out of this room as soon as possible, or my own thoughts will wage war against me.

I feel like I__e been split open and stuffed with sunshine.

I touch the tip of my finger to his lips. "There are secrets in here," I say. "I want them out."He tries to bite my finger.I steal it back.

I do know that I don't want to wake him.We were up very late last night.

And he leans in, so carefully. Breathingand not breathing and hearts beatingbetween us and he__ so close, he__ so close and I can__ feel my legs anymore. I can__ feel my fingers or the cold or the emptiness of this room because all I feel is him, everywhere,filling everything and he whispers__lease.__e says __lease don__ shoot me for this.__nd he kisses me.His lips are softer than anything I've ever known, soft like a first snowfall, like biting into cotton candy, like melting and floating and being weightless in water. It__ sweet, it__so effortlessly sweet.And then it changes.__h God___e kisses me again, this time stronger,desperate, like he has to have me, like he__ dying to memorize the feel of my lips against his own. The taste of him is making me crazy; he__ all heat and desire and peppermint and I want more. I've just begun reeling him in, pulling him into me when he breaks away.He__ breathing like he__ lost his mind andhe__ looking at me like something has brokeninside of him, like he__ woken up to find thathis nightmares were just that, that they never existed, that it was all just a bad dream that felt far too real but now he__ awake and he__ safe and everything is going to be okay andI__ falling.I__ falling apart and into his heart and I__ a disaster.

His hands are holding my cheeks, and he pulls back just to look me in the eye and his chest is heaving and he says, "I think," he says, "my heart is going to explode," and I wish, more than ever, that I knew how to capture moments like these and revisit them forever. Because this.This is everything.

And I've fallen.So hard.I've hit the ground. Gone right through it. Never in my life have I felt this. Nothing like this. I've felt shame and cowardice, weakness and strength. I've known terror and indifference, self-hate and general disgust. I've seen things that cannot be unseen.And yet I've known nothing like this terrible, horrible, paralyzing feeling. I feel crippled. Desperate and out of control. And it keeps getting worse. Every day I feel sick. Empty and somehow aching.Love is a heartless bastard.

It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.

There is nothing to fear. Nothing to worry about. Grieve nothing in this transitory world," he says softly.

Do you never get exhausted being so wholly unbearable?

I love you."He breaks.His voice. His back. His knees. His face. He breaks. He has to hold on to the side of his desk. He can't meet my eyes. "I love you," he says, his words harsh and soft all at once. "I love you and it isn't enough. I thought it would be enough and I was wrong. I thought I could fight for you and I was wrong. Because I can't. I can't even face you anymore--

He's looking at the wall and at the floor and at the bedsheets and at the way his knuckles look when he clenches his fist but no not at me he won't look at me and his next words are so, so soft. "Because they're dead, love. They're all dead.

Juliette ? _ A tentative voice . _ Are you okay? _ I lower the pillow . Blink up . Warner is wearing a towel . A towel . I want to roll under the bed .

Truth is ugly that is why we don't like it

Every lie needs, and gives birth to, another lie