Chapters (62)
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- I
- AUGUST 24TH, 2016
- AUGUST 27TH, 2016
- AUGUST 29TH, 2016
- AUGUST 30TH, 2016
- AUGUST 31ST, 2016
- SEPTEMBER 3RD, 2016
- SEPTEMBER 4TH, 2016
- SEPTEMBER 5TH, 2016
- SEPTEMBER 10TH, 2016
- SEPTEMBER 16TH, 2016
- SEPTEMBER 18TH, 2016
- SEPTEMBER 2?, 2016
- SEPTEMBER 23RD, 2016
- SEPTEMBER 26TH, 2016
- OCTOBER 3RD, 2016
- OCTOBER 7TH, 2016
- OCTOBER 8TH, 2016
- II
- NOVEMBER 1ST, 2016
- NOVEMBER 3RD, 2016
- NOVEMBER 10TH, 2016
- NOVEMBER 16TH, 2016
- NOVEMBER 18TH, 2016
- NOVEMBER 24TH, 2016
- DECEMBER 16TH, 2016
- JANUARY 3RD, 2017
- JANUARY 7TH, 2017
- JANUARY 9TH, 2017
- JANUARY 10TH, 2017
- JANUARY 12TH, 2017
- JANUARY 13TH, 2017
- JANUARY 15TH, 2017
- JANUARY 19TH, 2017
- JANUARY 24TH, 2017
- JANUARY 31ST, 2017
- FEBRUARY 1ST, 2017
- FEBRUARY 2ND, 2017
- FEBRUARY 3RD, 2017
- FEBRUARY 4TH, 2017
- III
- MARCH 1ST, 2017
- MARCH 3RD, 2017
- MARCH 5TH, 2017
- MARCH 8TH, 2017
- MARCH 20TH, 2017
- APRIL 6TH, 2017
- APRIL 11TH, 2017
- APRIL 13TH, 2017
- IV
- MAY 19TH, 2017
- MAY 28TH, 2017
- JUNE 2ND, 2017
- JUNE 16TH, 2017
- JUNE 30TH, 2017
- JULY 3RD, 2017
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- Also by Lauren Shippen
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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I didn’t want to say it. Even though voicing it out loud wouldn’t change the outcome, I didn’t want to admit that I’d thought she was breaking up with me for good and I was terrified of that prospect.
“I’m…” She pulled away and I wanted so badly to reach my hand out and snatch hers back. But she was looking back over the park again, a clear signal that she needed thinking space.
“I don’t really know what I’m trying to say.” She sighed. “It’s like … it’s like if I had been dating you for eight months without knowing that you liked cooking.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, cooking is pretty fundamental to who you are, right? It’s your passion. It’d be like if this entire time I never mentioned poetry or fandom.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Yeah, I’d feel like I’d missed something huge.”
“Exactly,” she said. “I think I knew, on some level, that I was missing a big part of the picture. You were already hiding pieces of yourself, whether or not you meant to. I thought I could break through your shell, but I—I never expected this. I’m … I don’t want you to feel like I’m freaked out because of what you can do…”
I could see her wanting to believe that, wanting to just take everything I’d told her in stride. But I let her off the hook.
“It’s okay to be freaked,” I told her. “I know it’s … weird.”
“It’s incredibly cool,” she said, a real Emily-grade smile blooming across her face for the first time in this entire conversation. “You have a superpower. You can go inside people’s heads!”
“It doesn’t creep you out?” I asked, even though I definitely didn’t want an honest answer.
“It’s … a lot,” she admitted, being nicer to me than I think I deserved. “And I don’t want you to—you can’t use it to try and be the person you think I want. But it’s still exciting. It’s fantastic, it’s—it’s—I mean, I wish I had an ability, but just knowing they exist … it’s everything I’ve always dreamed of.”
She winced.
“No pun intended.”
There was a beat where we just looked at each other, wondering how the other was going to react, waiting for permission, and then Emily’s mouth twitched at the corner and we both burst into laughter.
It felt so good. It felt like all the information I would ever need was in the melody of her joy and as long as I could harmonize, we would never need anything else.