COMING SOON IN JANUARY 2015
To anyone out there,
You have to know I wasn't in love with Finn. I just loved the way he looked when he stared at me, and the way he smelled after walking out in the rain for too long.
I loved the way his eyes were always tired, but unlike mine they actually meant something.
I loved the way he would laugh at stupid things and the way he peered out at me from the other side of the table as if I were saying something really important, even though I never really was.
But you have to understand I was never in love with Finn. I was just in love with certain things about him.
But either way it doesn't matter if I loved him (not that I did) because he's sleeping now.
He's been sleeping for a while you see. And for some reason he is refusing to wake up.
I think I liked it better when I was sleeping too.
But he's left me here.
He's left me here with all the broken stars.
And while he sleeps at eight, I remain awake at zero o'clock.
~ Edith
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Zero O'Clock
Teen Fiction"We called it zero o’clock. Because to us time wasn’t about the number, it was about the feeling. And zero o’clock was the feeling of not being able to sleep but at the same time not caring. It brought this weird ataraxia and for some reason we like...
