I started to cry. Cry. Really cry, the way I hadn’t in years, the kind of full-out sobbing that hits you like a wave, pulling you under. Suddenly the tears were just coming, sobs climbing up my throat, my shoulders shaking. I put my head in my hands, pressing my palms over my eyes to shut out everything, even as the tears continued. I cried and cried, there in the library, tucked away in the corner, until I felt raw inside. I was so scared about being discovered, but nobody came. Nobody heard. In my own ears, though, my sobs sounded primal and scary, like something I would have turned off if I’d been able to. Instead all I could do was just ride it out, until it – and I – was done.
Just Listen by Sarah Dessen (via thisbruisedheart) (via feedmetothetrees) (via godsangeloflove) (via wekissedthestars) (via iwantyourbadromance)
