Amina Khan

Stop. Stop it. Do something; tear at my hair, wrap your hands around my neck, shout at me for saying something so horrible, call me all the truly terrible names you can muster. Just… do something, Adaline.

“Tell me. Tell me everything. Tell me the most boring parts of your day that don't even interest you, tell me how you wake up in the morning and how you sleep at night. Tell me what scares you and what your deepest desires are. I want it all, all of your mind and all of your thoughts, give it all to me and only me…because I don't think I can breathe without it anymore.”

I thought she was the most ethereal girl I had ever seen in my entire life… until she opened her mouth.