We run forever. I say the words from the poem over and over to the beat of my feet. It almost sounds like someone else's voice. I don't know where I find the air and I keep getting the words wrong: From out our bourne of death and space the flood will wash me far but it doesn't even matter. I never knew that words might not matter.
"Are you saying that for us?" the boy gasps out, the first time he's spoken in hours.
"We're not dead," I say. No one dead feels this tired.
So far, Crossed is decent. One of my big problems with it is that I can barely differentiate between Cassia's voice and Ky's. Just looking at the excerpt I posted, that could be either one of them.
What're you reading this Tuesday?