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My eyes narrow as I process his question. He somehow knows what floor Im going to, even though this is the first time Ive ever set foot in this apartment complex, and its definitely the first time Ive ever laid eyes on this man.
saying something that only my father could hear. I tried to read my father’s expression, but he kept a tight lid on it. My father is almost as good at hiding his thoughts as Miles is. I really want to know what Miles said to my father this morning before we left. I also want to know about a dozen other answers to questions I have about Miles. When we were younger, Corbin and I always agreed that if we could have any superpower, it would be the ability to fly. Now that I know Miles, I’ve changed my mind. If I had a superpower, it would be infiltration. I would infiltrate his mind so I could see every single one of his thoughts. I would infiltrate his heart and spread myself around like a virus. I would call myself the Infiltrator. Yeah. That has a nice ring to it. “Go pee,” Corbin says with agitation as he puts the car in park. I wish I were in high school again so I could call him a butthole. Adults don’t call their brothers buttholes, though. I get out of the car and feel a little more like I can breathe again, until Miles opens his door and steps out of the car and into the world. Now Miles seems even bigger, and my lungs seem smaller. We walk together into the gas station, but we don’t speak. It’s funny how that works. Sometimes not speaking says more than all the words in the world. Sometimes my silence is saying, I don’t know how to speak to you. I don’t know what you’re thinking. Talk to me. Tell me everything you’ve ever said. All the words. Starting from your very first one. I wonder what his silence is saying. Once we’re inside, he spots the sign for the bathrooms first, so he nods his head and steps in front of me. He leads. I let him. Because he’s a solid and I’m a liquid, and right now, I’m just his wake.
My words completely br I lay my phone down on the table, unable to wipe the grin from my face. ••• An hour later, the door to his apartment opens. I look up, and he walks in, shuts the door, and casually falls against it. “Game’s over,” he says. I drop my pen. “Perfect timing. I just finished my Hoover, Colleen. "Paying it forward..." Colleen Hoover. Archived from the original on June 26, 2014 . Retrieved July 10, 2014. what you feel. Only one person who hurts like you hurt. Only one other parent to that baby boy who misses him the same way you do.” My eyes are closed tightly now, and I’m doing all I can to respect his end of the conversation, but it’s taking all I have not to get up and walk away. He has no right bringing Rachel into this conversation. “Miles,” he says quietly. There’s determination in his voice, like he needs me to take him seriously. I always do. “You believe you took away that girl’s chance at happiness, and until you confront that past, you won’t ever move forward. You’re gonna be reliving that day every single day until the day you die, unless you go see for your own eyes that she’s okay. Then maybe you’ll see that it’s okay for you to be happy, too.” I lean forward and run my hands over my face, then rest my elbows on my knees and look down. I watch as a single tear falls from my eye and drops to the floor beneath my feet. “And what happens if she’s not okay?” I whisper. Cap leans forward and clasps his hands between his knees. I turn and look at him, seeing tears in his eyes for the first time in the twenty-four years I’ve known him. “Then I guess nothing changes. You can keep on feeling like you don’t deserve a life for ruining hers. You can keep on avoiding everything that might make you feel again.” He leans in toward me and lowers his voice. “I know the thought of confronting your past terrifies you. It terrifies every man. But sometimes we don’t do it for ourselves. We do it for the people we love more than ourselves.”
Flood, Alison (January 31, 2014). "Colleen Hoovers fans press publisher into print version of ebook". The Guardian . Retrieved August 14, 2014. a b "Self-published Colleen Hoover Talks Living the American Dream". CBS This Morning. May 20, 2013 . Retrieved July 10, 2014. I turn off my phone, because I want that to be the last text I receive for the night. I close my eyes. I’m falling, Rachel.
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Never Never, a 2015 collaboration with Tarryn Fisher, was originally split into three parts and sold as three separate books. The work was later republished as one complete book. [ citation needed] I push the button for the elevator, he says. I dont think theres an official title for my position, but I like to refer to myself as a flight captain, considering I do send people as high as twenty stories up in the air. e: Corbin made meat loaf last night before he left. You want me to bring you a plate? iles: I’d love that. Starving. Come look now.
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