We stand there, face-to-face, not meeting each other’s eyes. "You didn’t come see me in the hospital." He doesn’t answer, so finally I just say it. "Was it your bomb?"
"I don’t know. Neither does Beetee," he says. "Does it matter? You’ll always be thinking about it."
He waits for me to deny it; I want to deny it, but it’s true. Even now I can see the flash that ignites her, feel the heat of the flames. And I will never be able to separate that moment from Gale. My silence is my answer.
"That was the one thing I had going for me. Taking care of your family," he says. "Shoot straight, okay?" He touches my cheek and leaves. I want to call him back and tell him that I was wrong. That I’ll figure out a way to make peace with this. To remember the circumstances under which he created the bomb. Take into account my own inexcusable crimes. Dig up the truth about who dropped the parachutes. Prove it wasn’t the rebels. Forgive him. But since I can’t, I’ll just have to deal with the pain.
George Square, Glasgow. 1998 and 2012.
TEEN WOLF 3A GAG REEL
Throw your hands up! Stick your claws out!
how do boys look good without makeup
Because society hasn’t told boys they look bad without it
marrying someone just because they’re rich has got to be the most shallow thing ever I can’t wait to do it
Never Tickle A Sleeping Dragon
i saw these two girls while riding a gondola in venice. they were smoking and chatting on their windowsill, waving at passing boats. i thought they were incredibly lucky; i would love to share an apartment with my friend or sister in the most romantic, magical place in the world. it would be like living a dream.
this is from clueless
Omg she’s clueless
Those women are doing a public service, Chris.
'Frozen is Disney's first movie about sisters!'
my favourite thing to do is watch people completely own homophobics on facebook
my life is pretty much when you throw something on your bed and it bounces until it falls on the floor