something

"If you muck me about, Dexter.."

"I won't."

"No, I mean it. If you lead me on, or let me down, or go behind my back, I will murder you. I swear to God, I will eat your heart."

I don’t mind, you know. If you just got rid of it all. 

ONE DAY ↳book > screen 

ONE DAY ↳book > screen

She heard the footsteps, the soles of smart shoes slapping hard onto the pavement behind, and even before she heard her name and turned, she was smiling, because she knew it would be him.

“I thought I lost you!” he said, slowing to a walk, red-faced and breathless, attempting to regain some nonchalance. “No, I’m here.” “Sorry about that." He stood with his hands on his knees, catching his breath. “I wasn’t expecting my parents ’til later, and then they turned up out of the blue, and I got distracted, and I suddenly realized…bear with me…I realized I didn’t have any way to get in touch with you."

“Oh. Okay.” “So- look. I don’t have a pen. Do you have a pen? You must have.” She crouched and rooted in her rucksack. Find a pen, please have a pen, you must have a pen…”Hurrah! A pen!” Hurrah? You shouted ‘hurrah!’ You idiot. Stay calm. Don’t blow it now.

An Incoming Storm, 1908, Henri-Edmond Cross