I stayed in bed for a long time the next morning. The day felt too grim. Within a split second Tucker had gone from being able to push his body to do all sorts of amazing tricks to now we didn't know if he'd ever be able to do anything again.
The fragility of life struck me. We are renting these bodies and the landlord can take them back any time. Each turning of the head is a miracle, each step an adventure, every laugh is the most precious sound to be recorded, because any of it, at any time, can cease. We do not own these bodies, these eyes, these ears, we are fleeting beings for a moment in time. We are no more than a dandelion seed in a gust of wind, a lily pad on an enormous lake, a frog out of a pond. We are a light globe that can bust, tissue paper, organic matter, a loose diamond in a vintage ring. We are glass blown shock absorbers between birth and death.
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A Reason to Exist
Teen FictionSometimes falling in love is the most dangerous trick to land ... Macy always follows the rules. For years, her mother has warned her that the world is full of toxins and accidents waiting to happen. Tucker lives next door. He doesn't follow any rul...
