I started writing seriously when I was a teenager, around 14 years old. Marie Lu More Quotes by Marie Lu More Quotes From Marie Lu The boy who walks in the light. Marie Lu walkslightboys He pauses when he finishes undoing the last button, then closes his eyes. I can see the pain slashed across his face, and the sight tears at me. The Republic's most wanted criminal is just a boy, sitting before me, suddenly vulnerable, laying all his weaknesses out for me to see. Marie Lu paineyeboys Then Day reaches out and touches my hand with his. He encloses it in a handshake. And just like that, I am linked with him again, I feel the pulse of our bond and his- tory and love through our hands, like a wave of magic, the return of a long-lost friend. Of something meant to be. The feeling brings tears to my eyes. Perhaps we can take a step forward together. “Hi,” he says. “I’m Daniel.” “Hi,” I reply. “I’m June. Marie Lu juneeyehands Tell me there is still good in the world. Tell me there is still hope for all of us. Marie Lu good-in-the-worldstillsworld Day, the champion of the people, the one who can't bear to see those around him suffer on his behalf, who would gladly give his life for those he loves. Marie Lu championgivingpeople Yeah, something was wrong. That was the understatement of the year. Marie Lu understatementyeahyears Day just smiles at me, an expression so sad that it breaks through my numbness, and I begin to cry. Those bright blue eyes. Before me is the boy who has bandaged my wounds on the streets of Lake, who has guarded his family with every bone in his body, who has stayed by my side in spite of everything, the boy of light and laughter and life, of grief and fury and passion, the boy whose fate is intertwined with mine, forever and always. "I love you," he whispers. "Can you stay awhile? Marie Lu laughtergrieflove-you I've always been interested in exploring the concept of child prodigies. When I was younger, I wrote a story about Mozart as a child and I just always loved this idea of young people who are able to take control of their lives and bring a whole lot of change at such a young age. Marie Lu childrenpeopleideas I could be compassionate, if I wanted. Metias would be merciful. But I was never as good a person as my brother. Marie Lu compassionatebrotherwould-be [...] Tess and I are a good match. She understands intimately where I came from. She can cheer me up on my darkest days. It's as if she came perfectly happy home instead of what Kaede just told me. I feel a relaxing warmth at the thought, realizing suddenly how much I'm anticipating meeting up with Tess again. Where she goes, I go, and vice versa. Peas in a pod. Then there's June. Even the thought of her name makes it hard for me to breathe. I'm almost embarrassed by my reaction. Are June and I a good match? No. It's the first word to pop into my mind. And yet, still. Marie Lu cheerjunehome I have to force a smile off my face as I sit limply in my seat... Then, just as I'm congratulating myself for such a stellar plan. Marie Lu stellarforcefaces I feel so out of place here. No matter how much money the Republic throws at me, I will forever be the boy from the streets. Marie Lu matterforeverboys Day appears again. This time he leans in close enough for his hair to brush, light as silk, against my cheeks. He pulls me towards for a long kiss. The scene vanishes, replaced abruptly by a stormy night and Day struggling through the rain, blood dripping from his leg and leaving a trail behind him. He collapses onto his knees in front of Razor before the whole scene disappears again. Marie Lu kissingstrugglerain I want to run. To do what I always do, have always done, for the last five years of my life. Escape, flee into the shadows. But this time, I stand my ground. I'm tired of running. Marie Lu tiredrunningyears I can feel his presence here in every stone he has touched, every person he has lifted up, every street and alley and city that he has changed in the few years of his life, because he is the Republic, he is our light, and I love you, I love you, until the day we meet again I will hold you in my heart and protect you there, grieving what we never had, cherishing what we did. I wish you were here. I love you, always. Marie Lu love-youheartgrieving My heart is ripped open, shredded, leaking blood. I can't let him leave like this. We've been through to much to turn into strangers. Marie Lu strangerheartblood Where I come from, we're more about efficiency,' he replies. 'A knife like this'll skewer food, smear butter, and slit throats all at the same time. Marie Lu efficiencythroatknives I hope,” he replies softly, “to get to know you again. If you are open to it. There is a fog around you that I would like to clear away. Marie Lu fogclearyou-again Now, as we stand three feet apart and stare at each other, I feel the full distance that comes with spending so much time apart, a moment filled with the electricity of a first meeting and the uncertainty of strangers. Marie Lu distancethreefeet I'd once been fascinated by his legend - all the stories I'd heard before I met him. Now I can feel that same sense of fascination returning. I picture his face, so beautiful even after pain and torture and grief, his blue eyes bright and sincere. I'm ashamed to admit that I enjoyed my brief time with him in his prison cell. His voice can make me forget about all the details running through my mind, bringing with it emotions of desire, or fear instead, sometimes even anger, but always triggering something. Something that wasn't there before. Marie Lu painrunningbeautiful
