La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
It is easy to be honest when there are no wrong words, because the words don’t stick. When whatever you say belongs to only you.
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La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
It is easy to be honest when there are no wrong words, because the words don’t stick. When whatever you say belongs to only you.
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La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
“We all have battle scars,” she says. “People in our past.”
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La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
But this is how you walk to the end of the world. This is how you live forever. Here is one day, and here is the next, and the next, and you take what you can, savor every stolen second, cling to every moment, until it’s gone. |
La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
Whatever this is, she knows it will not last. She has lived too long to think it chance, been cursed too long to think it fate.
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La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
“Don’t forget,” she says softly, the words half prayer, half plea. Henry’s arms tighten, a body surfacing from sleep. “Forget what?” he murmurs, already sinking again. And Addie waits for his breath to steady before she whispers the word to the dark. “Me.” |
La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
(...) and when he kisses her, he tastes like salt, and summer. But it feels too much like a punctuation mark, and she isn’t ready for the night to end, so she kisses him back, deeper, turns the period into a question, into an answer.
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La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
“Do you think a life has any value if one doesn’t leave some mark upon the world?”
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La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
“But if you only walk in other people’s steps, you cannot make your own way. You cannot leave a mark.”
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La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
“Do you ever feel like you’re running out of time?” Addie blinks and it is three hundred years ago and she is back on her knees on the forest floor, hands driving down into the mossy earth as the church bells ring behind her. “I don’t mean in that normal, time flies way,” Henry’s saying. “I mean feeling like its surging by so fast, and you try to reach out and grab it, you try to hold on, but it just keeps rushing away. And every second, there’s a little less time, and a little less air, and sometimes when I’m sitting still, I start to think about it, and when I think about it, I can’t breathe. I have to get up. I have to move.” |
La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
(...) she’s managed to suffer time, but now, now there is a present and a future, now there is something waiting ahead, now she cannot wait to see the look on Henry’s face, to hear her name on his lips.
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La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
"(...) and the more I read, the more I thought, and the more I thought, the more I knew I had to be in Paris.”
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La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
“Can you read it?” “I know the letters,” she admits, “but I haven’t the learning to make much sense of them. And by the time I manage a line, I fear I’ve lost its meaning.” |
La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
She stands there, rooted to the spot at the top of the subway steps until he’s out of sight, holds her breath and waits to feel the thread snap, the world shudder back into shape, waits for the fear and the loss and the knowledge that it was just a fluke, a cosmic error, a mistake, that it is over now, that it will never happen again. But she doesn’t feel any of those things. All she feels is joy, and hope. |
La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
“I want to see you again,” says Henry. The hope fills her chest until it hurts. She’s heard those words a hundred times, but for the first time, they feel real. Possible. “I want you to see me again, too.” Henry smiles, the kind of smile that takes over an entire face. |
La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
His hand slips free of hers, and there it is, that old familiar fear, of endings, of something giving way to nothing, of moments unwritten and memories erased. She doesn’t want the night to end. Doesn’t want the spell to break. |
La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
They stay together, each waiting for the other to say “It’s getting late” or “I should be going,” or “See you around.” There is some unspoken pact, an unwillingness to sever whatever this is, and she knows why she’s afraid to break the thread, but she wonders about Henry. Wonders at the loneliness she sees behind his eyes.
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La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
He studies her, squinting at her as if she’s a book, not a person; something to be read. She stares back at him like he’s a ghost. A miracle. An impossible thing.
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La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
Plus, she’s afraid. Afraid to let him walk away. Afraid to let him out of sight. Whatever this is, a blip, a mistake, a beautiful dream, or a piece of impossible luck, she’s afraid to let it go. Let him go. |
La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
“I see someone who cares,” she says slowly. “Perhaps too much. Who feels too much. I see someone lost, and hungry. The kind of person who feels like they’re wasting away in a world full of food, because they can’t decide what they want.”
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La vida invisible de Addie Larue de V. E. Schwab
“What do you see,” he says, “when you look at me?” His voice is light enough, but there is something in the question, a weight, like a stone buried in a snowball. He’s been waiting to ask. The answer matters. |
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