Never before seen peek into Number Eightโs past.
I've reached the point where i don't know how long Ive been alone anymore.
It might drive some people crazy, living like this, but the quiet keeps me company.
I try to linger only on the ones that make me happy and skip over the ones that are painful, but sometimes its hard to know which are which.
I've learned that some memories surprise you and reveal a sharp edge just when you least expect it.
In the beginning there were nine of us. We are called the Garde. I know from the scars on my ankle that there are only six of us left. Three are dead. I also know that someday, somehow, I will rejoin the others.I am Number Eight.
Just like always. I know that I can't stay here forever, but I also know that I'm not ready to leave yet.
Trust is dangerous.
For some reason,I feel like I've known this man all my life.
The weight of regret and loneliness and despair that I have been carrying with me for somany months lifts from my shoulders, and suddenly I'm laughing
It takes strength.It takes knowledge and focus and trust.More than anything, it takes faith.