Trails to Me
"I am stone, but even stones can break, and I can feel the fissures of my past meeting my present. I'm cracked already, maybe I always was."
Violet was used to being her sisters "Little Shadow," content with it, even. Now it's barely been a month since Ruby died, her family is never around, she has no friends, and she's not sure who she is without Ruby to tell her. When she meets Gage at a party, there's just something about him that speaks to her soul. He and his friends pull her into their world. She's smiling again, she has a new hobby, and maybe she can move past Ruby's death, but is it fair for her to be happy in a world without her sister? Is it right? And when another loss threatens her already fragile soul, she feels like a statue cracking to pieces. There can be no happy ending, not when she keeps running away.
Excerpt:
Nature used to make me itch, but it wasn't allergies or anything like that. It was more of the idea of the bugs and how small I feel surrounded by trees. I never liked how tall they were. How they seemed to enshroud me.
The road could be a few feet away, but if someone brought me here in the middle of the night, I'd have no clue. You can get lost amongst the trees.
And it's like they want you to lose yourself in them. Like they're whispering, come closer, child. Like some ancient, primal instinct recognizes that these trees have seen more than I'll probably ever see in my lifetime.
Or possibly I've read too many books involving witches snatching kids out of the forest, or fairies leading travelers astray.
But now I sort of appreciate it, this feeling of smallness. I want to lay on the pathway and let the leaves and vines swallow me up. I want to follow the whispers of the trees until I can no longer find my way back. Perhaps, I'll skip right into another world where no one ever dies and Ruby...
Trigger Warnings: mention of suicide, mention of self-harm (minimal details), suicidal ideation, grief, loss, death
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Violet was used to being her sisters "Little Shadow," content with it, even. Now it's barely been a month since Ruby died, her family is never around, she has no friends, and she's not sure who she is without Ruby to tell her. When she meets Gage at a party, there's just something about him that speaks to her soul. He and his friends pull her into their world. She's smiling again, she has a new hobby, and maybe she can move past Ruby's death, but is it fair for her to be happy in a world without her sister? Is it right? And when another loss threatens her already fragile soul, she feels like a statue cracking to pieces. There can be no happy ending, not when she keeps running away.
Excerpt:
Nature used to make me itch, but it wasn't allergies or anything like that. It was more of the idea of the bugs and how small I feel surrounded by trees. I never liked how tall they were. How they seemed to enshroud me.
The road could be a few feet away, but if someone brought me here in the middle of the night, I'd have no clue. You can get lost amongst the trees.
And it's like they want you to lose yourself in them. Like they're whispering, come closer, child. Like some ancient, primal instinct recognizes that these trees have seen more than I'll probably ever see in my lifetime.
Or possibly I've read too many books involving witches snatching kids out of the forest, or fairies leading travelers astray.
But now I sort of appreciate it, this feeling of smallness. I want to lay on the pathway and let the leaves and vines swallow me up. I want to follow the whispers of the trees until I can no longer find my way back. Perhaps, I'll skip right into another world where no one ever dies and Ruby...
Trigger Warnings: mention of suicide, mention of self-harm (minimal details), suicidal ideation, grief, loss, death
Trails to Me
"I am stone, but even stones can break, and I can feel the fissures of my past meeting my present. I'm cracked already, maybe I always was."
Violet was used to being her sisters "Little Shadow," content with it, even. Now it's barely been a month since Ruby died, her family is never around, she has no friends, and she's not sure who she is without Ruby to tell her. When she meets Gage at a party, there's just something about him that speaks to her soul. He and his friends pull her into their world. She's smiling again, she has a new hobby, and maybe she can move past Ruby's death, but is it fair for her to be happy in a world without her sister? Is it right? And when another loss threatens her already fragile soul, she feels like a statue cracking to pieces. There can be no happy ending, not when she keeps running away.
Excerpt:
Nature used to make me itch, but it wasn't allergies or anything like that. It was more of the idea of the bugs and how small I feel surrounded by trees. I never liked how tall they were. How they seemed to enshroud me.
The road could be a few feet away, but if someone brought me here in the middle of the night, I'd have no clue. You can get lost amongst the trees.
And it's like they want you to lose yourself in them. Like they're whispering, come closer, child. Like some ancient, primal instinct recognizes that these trees have seen more than I'll probably ever see in my lifetime.
Or possibly I've read too many books involving witches snatching kids out of the forest, or fairies leading travelers astray.
But now I sort of appreciate it, this feeling of smallness. I want to lay on the pathway and let the leaves and vines swallow me up. I want to follow the whispers of the trees until I can no longer find my way back. Perhaps, I'll skip right into another world where no one ever dies and Ruby...
Trigger Warnings: mention of suicide, mention of self-harm (minimal details), suicidal ideation, grief, loss, death
Violet was used to being her sisters "Little Shadow," content with it, even. Now it's barely been a month since Ruby died, her family is never around, she has no friends, and she's not sure who she is without Ruby to tell her. When she meets Gage at a party, there's just something about him that speaks to her soul. He and his friends pull her into their world. She's smiling again, she has a new hobby, and maybe she can move past Ruby's death, but is it fair for her to be happy in a world without her sister? Is it right? And when another loss threatens her already fragile soul, she feels like a statue cracking to pieces. There can be no happy ending, not when she keeps running away.
Excerpt:
Nature used to make me itch, but it wasn't allergies or anything like that. It was more of the idea of the bugs and how small I feel surrounded by trees. I never liked how tall they were. How they seemed to enshroud me.
The road could be a few feet away, but if someone brought me here in the middle of the night, I'd have no clue. You can get lost amongst the trees.
And it's like they want you to lose yourself in them. Like they're whispering, come closer, child. Like some ancient, primal instinct recognizes that these trees have seen more than I'll probably ever see in my lifetime.
Or possibly I've read too many books involving witches snatching kids out of the forest, or fairies leading travelers astray.
But now I sort of appreciate it, this feeling of smallness. I want to lay on the pathway and let the leaves and vines swallow me up. I want to follow the whispers of the trees until I can no longer find my way back. Perhaps, I'll skip right into another world where no one ever dies and Ruby...
Trigger Warnings: mention of suicide, mention of self-harm (minimal details), suicidal ideation, grief, loss, death
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| BN ID: | 2940162667513 |
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| Publisher: | Lana Lowe |
| Publication date: | 07/20/2020 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 412 KB |
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