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
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“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.