If you stay, I'll do whatever you want. I'll quit the band, go with you to New York. But if you need me to go away, I'll do that, too.
-Gayle Forman, If I Stay
When Rose entered the library after breakfast the next day, she was surprised to see Xavier sitting with the books strewn about, poring over the ancient text she’d been looking over the other day. He looked up and smiled at her with a tender expression she couldn’t quite decipher.
“It’s Arabic. Ancient South Arabic to be exact,” Xavier supplied. He had her notebook open in front of him. Rose could see he’d gone over her notes, adding things in and circling certain statements with a question mark.
She walked over to him, again in her old cutoff shorts and an old ,olive green, tank top that portrayed her luna mark on her bare a
