“ I hate being a teenager.Why?Hormones. With a sad half smile, he left. ”
Breathing in the scent of his hair, I realized I'd needed him my whole life, before we even met. First, his music and the way he taught me through books and recordings. Then, he saved my life and refused to abandon me no matter how much I deserved it.
~ Jodi Meadows
I wanted freedom in the same way I wanted my next breath: an unspoken but constant desire.
Before I had a chance to feel too sorry for myself, I turned toward the front of the cabin and found the bookcases carved right into the wall. Hundreds of leather-bound volumes rested in dim alcoves. I had no idea what stories or information they held. It didn’t matter. I wanted to absorb anything they had to say.
I closed my eyes during a flute solo, wishing I could wrap the silvery sound around me like armor.
