askarchivebetter than youtheme
She pushes herself away from me slightly away but she keeps her arms around me. She looks down at the ground and at the blackness near her feet. She looks up. Clear water blue into pale green. She smiles, barely smiles, not a happy smile but a smile of regret of sadness. A smile of mistake and of misunderstanding.
James Frey--A Million Little Pieces (312)