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Miah Rogers never thought she’d be desperate to capture the past and hold it tightly in a mason jar. She never thought she’d be entering her senior year at Luken High as a lunatic either. But after her mom’s mysterious death, she is one shell-shocked teenager. Now she must decide what kind of person she is: the kind of person who ignores the truth or the kind of person who is willing to stand up for what she knows is right.
Cameron has been watching Miah from a far. His secret will draw him closer, and his powers will draw her to him. But what he doesn’t know is that Miah’s not the only one who will fall in love. Now, everyone has someone to fight for. For Miah and Cameron, the truth will either pull them closer together or keep them apart. Gfv supernatural gifts, greed, lust, danger and the knowledge that sometimes the things we fear, like death, are the things we need to face to become who we’re meant to be.
"Then, it reminds me that I’m here now in the moment, that I have to face my fears, take a risk to find the answers to be alive, to feel alive. It reminds me that hiding is no longer an option."
“I lose myself in my surroundings—Luken High and home—even though I refuse to truly become a part of them. I can’t deny, though, that I am not whole. ”
“My mom, an architect, designed every detail of this house—her dream house—when she was in college.”
“Because whether I like it or not, I cannot escape the spotlight: I am Miah Rogers, better known as the girl whose mother died mysteriously in the bathtub. No known cause of death.”
"The love song ends. The time for convincing myself that I’m like everybody else fades with the ballad. I know that I have to let go of his neck and walk away from this conversation as though I’m the same girl who existed five minutes ago."
"Up in the sky, we sit in separate swings. We hold hands until the momentum of the ride forces us to let go. I hold my arms out like they’re wings and close my eyes to imagine I’m flying."
"And, like the twisted rope of the ledge swing, the past and the present were to be woven together as one."
"Looking around at the forest floor, it’s as if this moment is elapsing just as the universe wants it to, and I, welcomingly, inhale the bitterness of the dying leaves. For the first time, I realize that death can be beautiful when it’s in color."
"So I did-- Hold onto everything you can and try to let go of everything you can’t. The motto worked most times, but there were still times I felt like I was spinning out of control. Like the twistedness was a never-ending part of me."
“If I can’t see her, how will I find her?”
"My question reminds me of searching for fireflies in this same forest, of running around, tenaciously, to reach for them as they glowed and disappeared into the nighttime. I always took the ones I caught home with me, but there were always those who disappeared."
"My heart knows its story is being written, scribbled in blue ink across a pink sheet of paper. "
I give myself to the moment.
"It’s impossible to be here and not know that we’re falling in love."