"Our best defense is distance. Six feet is the golden rule," she says, before bending over to pick up a pool cue from next to her bed. " This is five feet. Five. Feet." . . .
She holds up the pool cue defiantly, fighting for every one of us. " I'm stealing three hundred and four point eight millimeters. Twelve whole inches. One freaking foot of space, distance, length" . . .
"Cystic fibrosis will steal no more from me. From now on. I am the thief."
If I'm going to die, I'd like to actually live first. - Will
To be fair, though, anything can be optional if you're creative enough. - Will
"Okay, okay. I'd like to travel the world and really get to see it, you know? Not just the inside of hospitals." He looks back down and keeps sketching. "They're kind of all the same. Same generic rooms. Same tile floors. Same sterile smell. I've been everywhere without actually seeing anything." - Will
Poe is missing out on love. Because he's afraid. Afraid to go the distance. Afraid to fully let someone into all the crap we have to live with. I know what it's like to have that fear. But that fear didn't stop the scary shit from happening.
I don't want it anymore. - Stella
I'm tired of living without really living. I'm tired of wanting things. We can't have a lot of things. But we could have this.
I know it. - Stella
"I am afraid," he admits, meeting my eyes. "You know what someone gets for loving me? They get to help me pay for all my care, and then they watch me die. How is that fair to anyone?" . . .
"Deductible. Meds. Hospital stays. Surgeries. When I turn eighteen, no more full coverage."
He takes a deep breath, his voice catching. " Should that be Michal's problem? Or my family's? It's my sickness, Stella. It's my problem." - Poe
"It happened so long ago, sometimes it feels like I'm just telling someone else's story. Another person's life that I've memorized." - Will
It's like seeing everything for the first time. I didn't know it was possible for a person to make old things become new again. - Stella
"I hope my life wasn't for nothing," - Stella
" If this is all we get, then lets take it. I want to be fearless and free," she says, giving me a look, daring me. - Stella
I used to always be searching for something. Searching from every rooftop for something that would give me a purpose.
And now I've found it. - Will
"I guess it's true what that book of yours says - the soul knows no time. These past few weeks will last forever for me." He takes a deep breath, smiling with those blue eyes. - Will
"We need that touch from the one we love, almost as much as we need air to breath. I never understood the importance of touch, his touch . . . until I couldn't have it." - Stella
The pain reminds me that they were here, that I'm alive. - Stella
He's sick, but alive. We both are. - Stella
She holds up the pool cue defiantly, fighting for every one of us. " I'm stealing three hundred and four point eight millimeters. Twelve whole inches. One freaking foot of space, distance, length" . . .
"Cystic fibrosis will steal no more from me. From now on. I am the thief."
If I'm going to die, I'd like to actually live first. - Will
To be fair, though, anything can be optional if you're creative enough. - Will
"Okay, okay. I'd like to travel the world and really get to see it, you know? Not just the inside of hospitals." He looks back down and keeps sketching. "They're kind of all the same. Same generic rooms. Same tile floors. Same sterile smell. I've been everywhere without actually seeing anything." - Will
Poe is missing out on love. Because he's afraid. Afraid to go the distance. Afraid to fully let someone into all the crap we have to live with. I know what it's like to have that fear. But that fear didn't stop the scary shit from happening.
I don't want it anymore. - Stella
I'm tired of living without really living. I'm tired of wanting things. We can't have a lot of things. But we could have this.
I know it. - Stella
"I am afraid," he admits, meeting my eyes. "You know what someone gets for loving me? They get to help me pay for all my care, and then they watch me die. How is that fair to anyone?" . . .
"Deductible. Meds. Hospital stays. Surgeries. When I turn eighteen, no more full coverage."
He takes a deep breath, his voice catching. " Should that be Michal's problem? Or my family's? It's my sickness, Stella. It's my problem." - Poe
"It happened so long ago, sometimes it feels like I'm just telling someone else's story. Another person's life that I've memorized." - Will
It's like seeing everything for the first time. I didn't know it was possible for a person to make old things become new again. - Stella
"I hope my life wasn't for nothing," - Stella
" If this is all we get, then lets take it. I want to be fearless and free," she says, giving me a look, daring me. - Stella
I used to always be searching for something. Searching from every rooftop for something that would give me a purpose.
And now I've found it. - Will
"I guess it's true what that book of yours says - the soul knows no time. These past few weeks will last forever for me." He takes a deep breath, smiling with those blue eyes. - Will
"We need that touch from the one we love, almost as much as we need air to breath. I never understood the importance of touch, his touch . . . until I couldn't have it." - Stella
The pain reminds me that they were here, that I'm alive. - Stella
He's sick, but alive. We both are. - Stella
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