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Chapters (62)
  1. Copyright Notice
  2. Dedication
  3. I
  4. AUGUST 24TH, 2016
  5. AUGUST 27TH, 2016
  6. AUGUST 29TH, 2016
  7. AUGUST 30TH, 2016
  8. AUGUST 31ST, 2016
  9. SEPTEMBER 3RD, 2016
  10. SEPTEMBER 4TH, 2016
  11. SEPTEMBER 5TH, 2016
  12. SEPTEMBER 10TH, 2016
  13. SEPTEMBER 16TH, 2016
  14. SEPTEMBER 18TH, 2016
  15. SEPTEMBER 2?, 2016
  16. SEPTEMBER 23RD, 2016
  17. SEPTEMBER 26TH, 2016
  18. OCTOBER 3RD, 2016
  19. OCTOBER 7TH, 2016
  20. OCTOBER 8TH, 2016
  21. II
  22. NOVEMBER 1ST, 2016
  23. NOVEMBER 3RD, 2016
  24. NOVEMBER 10TH, 2016
  25. NOVEMBER 16TH, 2016
  26. NOVEMBER 18TH, 2016
  27. NOVEMBER 24TH, 2016
  28. DECEMBER 16TH, 2016
  29. JANUARY 3RD, 2017
  30. JANUARY 7TH, 2017
  31. JANUARY 9TH, 2017
  32. JANUARY 10TH, 2017
  33. JANUARY 12TH, 2017
  34. JANUARY 13TH, 2017
  35. JANUARY 15TH, 2017
  36. JANUARY 19TH, 2017
  37. JANUARY 24TH, 2017
  38. JANUARY 31ST, 2017
  39. FEBRUARY 1ST, 2017
  40. FEBRUARY 2ND, 2017
  41. FEBRUARY 3RD, 2017
  42. FEBRUARY 4TH, 2017
  43. III
  44. MARCH 1ST, 2017
  45. MARCH 3RD, 2017
  46. MARCH 5TH, 2017
  47. MARCH 8TH, 2017
  48. MARCH 20TH, 2017
  49. APRIL 6TH, 2017
  50. APRIL 11TH, 2017
  51. APRIL 13TH, 2017
  52. IV
  53. MAY 19TH, 2017
  54. MAY 28TH, 2017
  55. JUNE 2ND, 2017
  56. JUNE 16TH, 2017
  57. JUNE 30TH, 2017
  58. JULY 3RD, 2017
  59. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  60. Also by Lauren Shippen
  61. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  62. Newsletter Sign-up

“Yeah, I think I do.” She nodded, the tears gathered in her eyes reflecting mine. “I don’t know what it’s like to lose someone that way, but all those fears … I get it. I’m so scared so much of the time. I’m scared I’m never going to be a good enough writer to make a living, but more than that I’m scared that my writing is never going to connect with anyone, that my family won’t be proud of me. I worry that I’m going to be too focused on trying to have an extraordinary life that I’ll miss out on all the beautiful, ordinary parts and it’s even harder to focus on those things now because everything I thought I knew about how the world works kinda changed the other month when this magical girl told me that superpowers are real.

“I don’t know who I am either,” she whispered. “But I’m so afraid that there’s really nothing remarkable about me at all and that there’s nothing I can do to change that.”

“You are remarkable,” I said, and she scoffed. “No, I’m serious—I know that I’ve got this ability, but you—you’re the most extraordinary person I’ve ever met. I didn’t know that people like you—people who are kind and passionate and strong-willed and good—actually existed.

“You feel like a dream to me sometimes,” I whispered, and Emily’s eyes softened. “I wish I could show you exactly what I see when I look at you.”

“I think I’d like to let you try,” she said, squeezing my hand. “I’d like to see what you see.”

I smiled, a giggle escaping through the remaining tears, and Emily laughed lightly back. Before I had a chance to think about it, I kissed her, quickly and just on the cheek. But it made her cheeks turn red, which made me feel warm and tingly. She laughed and blushed harder, burying her face in my shoulder.

So we sat there, her face turned into my neck, my arm around her shoulders, just enjoying each other’s warmth. Enjoying the silence, now comfortable between us with so many secrets laid bare. I thought about how to let someone know you when you don’t really know yourself. Maybe that’s the point. Maybe no one knows who they are and we’re all just trying to build the pieces of ourselves with the help of other people.