Rebecca Donovan Quotes

That's stupid." I stopped to look at him. "why would you want everyone assuming something that isn't true?"
"Why should I care?"
"So you can ask someone you're interested in to go to the dance with you," I replied, not expecting his lack of concern.
"I just did.

I think I like wildflowers best," I explain. "They just grow wherever they want. No one has to plant them. And then their seeds blow in the wind and they find a new place to grow." (Richelle)

Her sunshine and rainbows smile was too bright for my emotional hangover.

Nothing else mattered today. I lived within the minutes I was in - not dwelling on the past, or fearing the future. I just let the day present itself as it would, and it couldn't have been better.

My point is... he loves you. I mean it's obvious to everyone how much he cares for you, but I was hoping he didn't really love you, not like that―not like I saw when he held you that night. Like your pain was his and he would do anything in the world for you, to protect you... All I have to say is that he's the most amazing person I've ever met, and I'd give anything for someone to love me like that, so you'd better deserve him, Emma. ~ Analise

I never gave him a chance to decide if I was worth loving. I'd taken that choice away from him - because I feared what it would be.

I can still run faster," I murmured, my lips pressed against his smooth skin. Evan laughed softly in my ear and whispered, "But you'll never lose me.

But in order to really see it, the truth, I have to admit how much I'm hated. And who wants to think they're worthy of that much anger? To be despised so much... to have someone wish you never existed. ~ Emma

I'm going to fall on my face if I have to run next to you looking like that." "I don't look any different than most guys on the beach," he tried to persuade me. "It's you," I stressed. "Any other guy could look exactly like that shirtless,s but it's you shirtless that makes my brain go all stupid.

Holy hotness. He is beautiful. I mean truly beu-ti-ful. Like the kind of beautiful they build statues to worship. ~ Sara

Emma and I exchanged a glance, very aware that they were not going to sleep. And just to make it obvious, Sara leaned over the railing at the top of the stairs and said, You may want to put on music, or the TV, and turn it up.

We were once again wrapped in our silence, which used to be so comforting. On the inside, a storm was swirling, uncovering memories and feelings I'd buried over two years ago.

I looked over at Sara. "I like it," I declared, beaming at the image in front of me. The sun's bright rays filtering through the leaves made me want to squint. With the heavy strokes of the bark, I could imagine dragging my fingertips along the rough texture. "Of course you do," Sara stated, shooting me a look out of the corner of her eye. "She pained the tree in your backyard with the swing you made for her.

I stood before the canvas, admiring what Emma had unleashed. She'd gone back to the one place that would always be waiting for her.

She thinks I'm strong because I can push everything into the dark. But it leaves me empty. And the dark always finds me in my sleep.

Was it better to get as much out of the moment as possible, knowing it could slip out from under you in a second? Was the actual experience better than the inevitable conclusion?

My world was delicately balanced, but the scales never hung even. When something improved, something else had to crumble.

It always comes back to forgiving, doesn't it?

Sara started choking. I turned toward her convulsions. "Sorry, " she whispered, her face bright red. "Some bullshit caught in my throat.

He was a breath of fresh air after the heart wrenching storm that had engulfed me.

I knew in that moment, I would never love anyone in my life the way I loved Evan Mathews.

People change. I know this. And we'll continue to change. That just means I'll get to fall in love with you again. Because no matter what happens in our lives, what I feel for you will survive anything.

In the silence, there was peace. A peace that came too soon, but I sought refuge in its release.

I stood up, and Evan pulled me in by my hips. "Then if we're just being honest," his words tickling my lips, "I'd rather-" "Really don't need to see that," Jared announced, walking out of the kitchen.

Don't envy having a bigger bra size. It's more of a pain in the ass than you realize.

I was torturing her. Guilt was her poison, and I was pouring it down her throat.

I'm stuck. I'm stuck in yesterday, and you're tomorrow.

Why did he have look like he just stepped off of an abercrombie bag?

I had to sever my emotional cord to escape the anger and shame that silently slithered through my head, disconnecting myself from the stares and whispers that followed me down the hall.

But you can't keep him in the dark when everything starts falling apart. You're not protecting him, you know. You're pushing him away.

I'll have to warn you, my cousins are Satan's spawn.

I realized I had never been alone like this before.

I knew how much Evan loved me. And I knew I didn't deserve it. But I also knew he was the only one I loved. The only one I would ever love.

Are you worried you'd miss me if I left?

I needed to go. To leave here. To get away from him ... and that kiss. That kiss that ignited a craving I didn't know how to suppress.

The next thing you know, the people you always thought would be there, aren't. And the person you thought you could trust with everything, isn't the person you knew at all.

So what are you going to do?" "I don't know yet," I admitted, still searching the faces for the girl who had broken my heart.

I cried for the little girl who lost her father but never had a mother. I cried for the girl who only wanted to be accepted, but was never enough. I cried for the girl who suffered unfathomable pain at the hands of hate. I cried for the girl who deserved to be loved but didn't know how.

I've always loved that three, I thought to myself as I watched her run her fingers around the trunk. Her eyes lifted to take it all in. She had always connected with that tree too, making it the perfect location for the swing I'd made for her. The swing that I'd hoped would keep her coming back here. Back to me.

I was about to venture into the unknown. But that's what life with Emma had always been. The truth might be more than I could handle, but I knew it would change everything.

I knew there was going to be pain whether I did anything wrong or not – so maybe I should do something to actually deserve it.

As my eyes slide shut,I'm thinking about second chances,knowing that the one I wished for tonight is lying next to me.

I made her listen." He

Not being liked was so much worse than being invisible.

He didn't need to touch me. His attention alone, recognizing my existence, send a flurry of sparks through my body.

Was barely noticed, but I wasn't bothered by the lack of recognition.

And I would absolutely not be the same person if you never existed" I lifted my head and remainded still with anticipation. "We can contemplate the meaning of your life all you want, but know that you're my meaning ... the reason behind just about everything I do-and I would never want to change that.

You can't keep it all inside, Emma. Cry. Scream if you have to, but don't let it destroy you. I wish you wouldn't underestimate your strength.

I'm sorry for kicking your snowman's face in.

Let me in that head of yours before you start thinking things you shouldn't.

No one tried to get involved with me, and I kept to myself.

Oh, no, no, no," I repeated, shaking my head. The room started to spin, and I couldn't hold my head up any longer. I collapsed back against the pillow. That's when I saw his silhouette at the door. "I'm not supposed to be here," I cried. "I'm not supposed to be in yesterday.

Knowing you were right down the hall was way too hard. I couldn't do it, Evan declared, sliding under the covers next to me.

Don't you want to understand what made her such a psychotic bitch?

Emma, there was never a choice. I will always choose you. Always.

How fortunate are we to be able to touch someone we've never met, inspire with words and invoke emotion with the flip of a page.

I close my eyes to the truth. I refuse to see what's happening, convinced that I can handle whatever it is believing that I'm strong enough and will recognize when I'm not. - Emma

This was the first house where I'd unpacked every single box, wanting to stay. All because of a girl with a fiery attitude and a blush that let me know exactly what she thought of me. That's all it took, and I was hers.

Evan Mathews, you can tell yourself and everyone else that you're here to get answers, for closure. But the truth is, you love her. You will always love her. You're here because you can't walk away. You saw how broken and empty she was back in Weslyn, and you had to follow her. You'll never be able to let her go. You're here because ... it's where you belong, with her.

Sometimes people hurt more than they can handle ... And sometimes they don't know how to ask for help. They're so caught up in their own pain, they end up hurting everyone around them.

As soon as I turned toward the steps, my vision filled with the magnificence of the large oak tree. And there, rocking from its branch, was the swing.

My fists clenched, I fought the pain and anger coursing through me. I turned towards Emma's door and set my hands on either side of the door, bowing my head. "I don't understand. Why'd you leave with him, Emma?" I whispered, then walked toward my room at the end of the hall.

We were engaged in a very intricate dance of touching without touching, knowing without saying, and feeling without expressing. We were friends walking along a ledge, a very thin ledge - and I was too caught up in my heightened awareness of his existence to realize how close the ledge was to crumbling beneath my feet.

Let the best stories you tell be of your own life.

That's one of my favourite things."
"What's that?"
"Watching you come down the stairs.

He was my Reason To Breathe

I'm not supposed to live without you. And you're not supposed to live without me. We're in this life together. Without each other, we're not really living.

He leaned toward me and delicately grazed my lips with his. The tease left me breathless, burning for more.
"I keep having to remind myself that I can do that," he smirked.

She had taken the evidence that there was a time when I was happy and obliterated it, leaving only the memories.

You have no idea what's going on until you can't ignore it any longer.

I was so tired of fighting. Tired of hurting. Tired of the guilt that never released me, and the regrets that could not be changed. I didn't want this life. They're were only so many times I could hear that I should never have been born, before I wished it to be true.

Everything seems so possible when I look up at the sky and see the universe gleaming before me.

Sara noticed my hesitation and grabbed my hand to drag me down the stairs. 'Bye.' I waved before I disappeared. 'You are so full of shit,' Sara accused when we pulled out of the driveway. My jaw dropped. 'If there was any more sexual tension in that room ... ' 'What?' I interrupted with a laugh. 'You are definitely seeing things that aren't there.

Every breath I breathe is because of you. Even when your weren't there to save me, you were my reason to breathe. And for that I will always love you. Always.

In the balance of love and loss, it was love that made me struggle to ... Breathe.

I want to promise you that I will never do anything to hurt Evan, and I will not come between him and his family. I love him, but I would walk away before I'd ever let anything jeopardize his happiness.

There was an energy between us, wrapped in silence, that communicated in a way I had never experienced before.

People change. I mean you barely know who you are when you enter, and you spend that time figuring out what you want from life, and who you want in it. The next thing you know, the people you always thought would be there, aren't. A nd the person you thought you could trust with everything, isn't the person you ever knew at all.

His strength kept me moving forward, and it was also tearing me apart.

Living in the mistakes of your past isn't going to do anything but destroy your future.

Was it better to get as much out of a moment as possible, knowing it could slip out from under you in a second? Did the actual experience outweigh the inevitable conclusion? I guess I had to decide if the conclusion was a broken heart, or a broken bone, in order to weigh the risk.

The most memorable moments in life start with the willingness to be vulnerable.

I don't know how to fit you in my world without hurting you too." The truth in my words revealed more than he'd ever know.
"Don't worry about hurting me," he replied calmly. "I like being a part of your world, and I understand that it's more complicated than you're willing to share with me. But I'll respect that, for now."
He pulled into the parking lot of a drugstore and put the car in park. Evan seemed nervous as he turned to speak to ne. He released a quick breath before he spoke. My chest tightened, afraid to hear what he had to say."
"I don't do this." His hands gestured between us. My eyes narrowed, trying to inerpret his meaning. He exhaled and looked out the windshield. "I don't stay, and I'm used to that. And I'm always prepared to leave-because I have to eventually.
He stopped again, frustrated with himself. I sat motionless, absolutely convinced I didn't want him to continue - but I couldn't bring myself to ask him to stop.
"I want to stay here," he finally decalred. "It would bother me if I left. I mean, I've already unpacked.

I love him more than he will ever know. And because of that, I choose his happiness.

Before he could lean down to kiss me, I heard, "A nd that's Evan and Emma, one of Weslyn High's power couples. Evan's gorge' but don't even bother looking―he won't see you.

I'm still in love with you... Please don't walk away from me

You can't keep it all inside. Cry. Scream if you have to, but don't let it destroy you.

Oh! Did you hear that Haley Spencer asked him to homecoming?" she exclaimed.
"Of course I didn't. You're my source of gossip, remember?

I glanced across at him, and we silently exchanged the I wish I were sitting next to you too look.

What was that about?" she demanded. "His mother is practically gushing over you. Not to mention that he's holding your hand like it's the most natural thing in the world. Forget about dating - are you having a wedding you forgot to invite me to?"
Donovan, Rebecca (2013-06-04). Reason To Breathe (The Breathing Series, Book 1) (p. 242). Skyscape. Kindle Edition.

I couldn't catch my breath. I buried my face in his shirt. He was my reason for existing. It was his words that pulled me to the surface. His breath that saved me. And now, his arms that held me within this life, unable to give up. He was my strength, and the love I didn't have for myself. And I couldn't live without him more than he could let me go.

The only thing missing is a pool." "It's on the roof," Evan blurted before I could say anything. "Really?!" Sara practically squealed with excitement. "No," Evan laughed teasingly. Sara shot him a look. "You're and asshole, Evan." This caused Jared to chuckle.

I've spent most of my life trying to make it to a future that still hasn't happened, or avoid a past that won't let me go. I don't remember when I've ever just stopped to live in the present, to hold on to the seconds I'm in. ~ Emma

After gathering myself, I finally stated bluntly, "Sara, I want to have sex."
"Well, of course you do," she responded like I'd said the most obvious thing in the world.
"But what if I'm terrible at it?"
Sara started laughing hysterically. I hung up the phone. She called back ten seconds later.
"Sorry," she offered calmly. "You're serious.

I breathed for you... I begged for you to breathe with every breath I gave to you. I kept pleading for you to breathe over and over again. And then… then you did. ~ Evan

There was only something to fear if I had something to lose. And I had nothing.

I trusted you," Evan bellowed, as the distance grew between us. I stopped and turned back around. He walked towards me until we were only a foot apart. "I trusted you, and you couldn't trust me."
I stared back, watching the hurt reveal itself in his eyes. My heart ached in return.
"I unpacked for the first time ever - for you. I was honest with you about everything-even with the truth about how I felt about you. I've never been that honest before. I trusted you." His voice drifted into a whisper as he leaned closer to me. "Why couldn't you trust me?

You asked why I stayed when I had every reason to leave ~ I stayed for you. I was drawn to you almost instantly without really understanding what was happening. I will always be here for you, Emma. ~ Jonathan

Don't defend them like it's okay. Because it's not. I won't let them do that to you again. I'm just warning you, I'll make you leave with me if I think that -

I'm here, Emma. I'll never let you go, he whispered in my ear , holding me tighter.