The 5th Wave

“What are you doing?” I yell. “Don’t you know what’s coming?”

But that isn’t fair. The fact is she didn’t know, had no way of knowing, and that was her blessing and why I miss her so much, more than anyone, if I’m being honest. When I cry—when I let myself cry—that’s who I cry for. I don’t cry for myself. I cry for the Cassie that’s gone.

And I wonder what that Cassie would think of me.

You’re beating plowshares into swords, Vosch. You are remaking us.

We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo.

And we will be your masterpiece.

beating plowshares into swords, Vosch. You are remaking us.

We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo.

And we will be your masterpiece.

We reacted to the drone the way anyone would react.

I don’t care what the stars say about how small we are. One, even the smallest, weakest, most insignificant one, matters.

The minute we decide that one person doesn’t matter anymore, they’ve won

We’re here, and then we’re gone, and it’s not about the time we’re here, but what we do with the time.”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t answer because I didn’t have an answer

How do you rid the Earth of humans? Rid the humans of their humanity.

That made sense. Or did it make sense because I wanted it to make sense?