Yash

“I’m glad you still have your survival instinct.”

“We’ve all got something.” I lift my fingertips to the exposed skin on my face. It’s colder than the night sea. Cupping my hands, I blow into them, let my breath warm my nose and cheeks. “I apparently still have a face, which is good.”

Holden vaults up onto the wooden platform and I step up after him. “That is good,” he says, pulling me in close. He lifts his gloved hands to my cheeks. “After all, this is one of my favorite faces.”

I scrunch my lips into a pretend pout. “One of?”

He grins. “Well, you know. I’m a sucker for the classics. Helen of Troy, the Mona Lisa, that—”

“Hey. The Mona Lisa isn’t even hot.” I give him a little shove away from me, toward the edge of the platform.

“Disagree,” Holden says. “She’s beautiful in her own way. That mischievous smile, those dark, soulful eyes, the way she—”

“Fine, whatever.” I cross my arms. “But I insist on being ranked above her.”

“Okay, okay,” Holden says. “Yours can be my second-favorite face . . . right after that guy from The Scream.” He pulls me in close again.

“You’re such an ass,” I say, as our lips touch.

Holden laughs. “My girl Mona Lisa would never be so rude.”
― Paula Stokes, Hidden Pieces

“People are always clinging to what they want to hear, discarding the evidence that doesn’t fit with their beliefs, giving greater weight to evidence that does.”
― Paula Stokes, The Key to Everything

“There’s nothing abnormal about loneliness.”
― Paula Stokes, Hidden Pieces

“Her eyes fill up with tears again and she closes them. Even in memory she will find this moment unbearably intense, and she's aware of this now, while it's happening. She has never believed herself fit to be loved by any person. But now she has a new life, of which this is the first moment, and even after many years have passed she will still think: Yes, that was it, the beginning of my life.”
― Sally Rooney, Normal People