Insaisissable, tome 5 : Provoque-moi

Her eyes are big and beautiful, blue green. Like the globe, I think. Like the whole world.

I tilt my head at Ian, threatening him with a single look. "Nothing is going on with me and Nazeera," I say. "Drop it."
"All right," he says, picking at his pizza. "Makes sense. I mean, she's not even that pretty."
My plate falls out of my hand. Pizza hits the floor. I feel a sudden, unwelcome, need to punch Ian in the face. "Are you - Are you out of your mind ? Not even - She's, like, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my like, and you're out here saying she's not even that pretty ? Have y-"
"See what I'm saying?" Ian cuts me off. He's looking at Winston.
"Wow," Winston says, staring solemnly at the pizza on the ground. "Yeah, Kenji is definitely full of shit."

I don't know what to do with ly hands. I mean, I know what to do with my hands, I'm just worried that if I touch her she might laugh and then, probably kill me.

- Kenji Kishimoto.

Nazeera takes a step back when she sees my face.
She's perfect. Perfect everything. Long legs and curves. Her face is insane. Faces shouldn't look like that. Bright, honey-colored eyes and skin like dusk. Her hair is so brown it's nearly black. Thick, heavy, straight. She reminds me of something, of a feeling I don't even know how to describe. And there's something about her that's made me stupid. Drunk, like I could just stare at her and be happy, float forever in this feeling. And then I realize, with a start, that I'm staring at her mouth again.
I never mean to. It just happens.

"Can't look at you."
She hesitates. "Why not?"
"Too pretty."

"[...] So yes, I'm sure you remember a very different person. But I don't think she became someone she wasn't. My guess is she finally gathered the strenght to remember who she'd always been. And if you don't get that, I'm glad things didn't work out between the two of you."

Juliette just murdered six hundred people at once.
There's no recovering from this.

Is this joy ?
I think it might kill me.

Pour beaucoup, elle est devenue un symbole d'espoir. (p354)

Je ne voulais pas revenir ici. Je voulais m'enfoncer directement dans l'océan. Je voulais me dissoudre dans l'horizon. Je voulais disparaître.
Bien entendu, il ne m'a pas laissé faire.