So she told me a story. A story about a boy who was born with very green eyes, and the man who was so captivated by their color that he searched the world for a stone in exactly the same shade.” His voice is fading now, falling into whispers so quiet I can hardly hear him. “She said the boy was me. That this ring was made from that very same stone, and that the man had given it to her, hoping one day she’d be able to give it to me. It was his gift, she said, for my birthday.” He stops. Breathes. “And then she took it off, slipped it on my index finger, and said, ‘If you hide your heart, he will never be able to take it from you.
"So what about your tattoo?" I ask. "Why IGNITE?" His smile is bigger now. Dimples again. He shakes his head, says, "Why not?" "I don’t get it." I tilt my head at him, confused. "You want to remind yourself to catch on fire?" I grieve nothing. I take everything. It’s the only way I know how to live in this battered body. I empty my mind of things that plague me and burden my soul, and I take all that I can from what little pleasantness comes my way.
YA LITERATURE MEME 1/10 SERIES or BOOKS:SHATTER ME SERIES by TAREHEH MAFI
"Doubt had married my fear and moved into my mind, where it built castles and ruled kingdoms and reigned over me. I had been shackled, a prisoner in my own mind."