La ciudad desolada

I tried my best to explain. "It's not about destiny," I said, "but I do think there's a balance in the world, and sometimes forces we don't understand intervene to tip the scales the right way. [...]"

I'd become a mystery they would never solve. A wound that would never heal.

My question hadn't been about logistics. I had meant, simply: 'How could I leave you?' But those words were unsayable, couldn't find the way past my lips. So I held them inside, and instead I kissed her.

[...] the way she carried herself, with shoulders thrown back; the hard set of her teeth when she made up her mind about something; the way she ended every sentence with a declarative period, never a question mark. It was infectious and I love it, and I had to fight a sudden urge to kiss her, right there in front of everyone.

I, too, said a silent goodbye, to a place that had changed me forever —and the place that, more than any graveyard, would forever contain the memory, and the mystery, of my grandfather.

Just because they knew it was lost didn't mean they knew how to let it go.

A pesar de mi curiosidad, a pesar de mi abuelo, a pesar de todas las deudas que tenía con Miss Peregrine, en el fondo estaba aquí —y ahora— por una sola razón: porque en el instante en que conocí a Emma supe que quería formar parte del mundo al que ella pertenecía.

—Yo no he mencionado la palabra «destino» en ningún momento —insistió—. Pero creo que en las cosas importantes de la vida la casualidad no existe. Todo sucede por algún motivo. Tú estás aquí por algún motivo... que no es precisamente fracasar y morir.

—No se trata del destino —dije—, pero pienso que en el mundo existe un equilibrio y a veces, para equilibrar la balanza correctamente, intervienen fuerzas que no comprendemos.