I was simply “a kid”-an intelligent kid but not one whose thoughts superseded theirs. To have someone seriously listen to me, as an equal, was nearly impossible. My thoughts, my ideas never mattered to most adults. You’ll need it.”īut to me, there was nothing more frustrating, more exasperating than being deemed unworthy for the pure fact that I was younger than whomever I faced. Rolland comes before Rose.” I smiled again. “The twenty-seventh nametag is out of place. My eyes barely flickered to her laminated pin and then I gestured absentmindedly to her stack of cards. Her uncertainty only grew like did I hear you right? Did you mean what I think you did? “And yet, I’m the only one you’ll see win every year.” It was that look that dug beneath my skin, the expression that said I was small and undeserving because I was only just fifteen. She was staring at me like I was a teenage boy trying to play the role of a grown man. Instead of wearing my irritation, I gave her another relaxed smile and put the lanyard around my neck. I wasn’t battling a slot machine or a computer. But climbing over people was my specialty. I understood that some judges were biased, most of which I could likely outwit. That I’d have to let someone inferior decide my outcome. Good luck.” Her last phrase-while nothing more than a meaningless farewell-punctured a part of my head, poking at a nerve. “Welcome to this year’s Model UN, Richard. “Richard Connor Cobalt.” I gave her an amiable smile. The selflessness shown by both the main characters was very touching, let it be for their very own Jane or be it for Moffy or for their entire family.“Name?” Behind a desk, a woman shuffled through white cards with crimson lanyards attached. “I’ll whisper beyond every anguished sound.” He closes his lips over mine, once, before murmuring, “Tu m’entendras toujours, où que je sois.” You will always hear me, no matter where I am.
“And what happens when I ache to hear your voice?” “I’ll shield your ears from the sound of heartbreak.” I whisper, “I can hear our hearts breaking.”Ī tear wets my fingertips, his tears, and his other hand encases my face, the way mine does him. The Closet scene brought me to tears and I know I won’t be the only one…. Seeing him so vulnerable when tragedy strikes was difficult to digest since from the first book we have come to known Richard Connor Cobalt as the most level-headed one. To impassioned hearts that beat out of sync, the ones that skip a measure, heard in hushed places and violent spaces-I am attracted to people.” To the words they speak, to the actions they take, to their full-bodied mannerisms and soulful gaits.
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