"I waited too long to read the sequel, and now I can’t even remember the characters."
A novel by me
‘Will. Dull-eyed and mindless, but still Will. He stops running and mirrors me, his feet planted and his gun up. In an instant, I see his finger poised over the trigger and hear the bullet slide into the chamber, and I fire. My eyes squeezed shut. Can’t breathe.
The bullet hit him in the head. I know because that’s where I aimed it.’
'He smiles in my memory. A curled lip. Straight teeth. Light in his eyes. Laughing,
teasing, more alive in memory than I am in reality. It was him or me. I chose me. But I feel dead too.’
you take my hand and drag me head first, fearless.
mary jane watsonor gwen stacy?