No. I shall not say it. I shall not be mushy like Jace. I shall not follow in my brother's footsteps. I nod and say nothing more, resting my cheek against the top of her head and closing my own eyes.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I nod and Rayah walks downstairs, freezing. I open my eyes and glance up at her, finding her hiding something behind her back, "What are you doing here?"
"I live here..." I say slowly.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I nod, "But no funny business. As awesome as that would be, I'd rather not end up like my brother... at least until after I graduate and have a chance to mature to some degree."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light. — Brené Brown