5 Quotes by Charlotte Kluskens

Playing the piano felt like coming home, in the sense that it represented everything that was familiar to Jack.

During the day they goofed and joked around, whatever worked to keep them going. Only in moments like these, in the glistening light of the fire underneath the night sky, were their deepest thoughts and insecurities revealed. Everyone had their own story, their own version of the truth. And everyone was hurting and trying to hide it some way or other. Sometimes it was OK not to be OK.

Saying the words out loud for the first time made it more real. Not something that existed only in his imagination.

For some things you were never ready, not even as they were happening.

Everything had been fine, until one day it wasn’t enough anymore. Jack had tasted this other world, this other life, and wouldn’t go back to how things were. The only way was forward and that was where he was headed. Even if it meant jumping in the unknown.