“he plucked the book from my hands, inspected the cover. “i recognize this one. haven’t you read this, like, a hundred times?”

“twenty, actually,” i said, snatching it back. “today marks the twenty-first time.” he grinned. shook his head.

“what?” i asked.

“nothing. nothing at all,” he said, jerking his chin toward the book on my legs. (...)

"read to me".

"why?"

"because you go somewhere else when you read. i want to go there with you."

(...) and this time, we escaped together."

– alex light, the upside of falling.