Page 80 of The Night

“I feel like you’renotunderstanding, Liam. The laughing thing makes me feel like you’renotunderstanding—”

He silenced my protests with a kiss, and Hazel threw her arms around both of us, and for the briefest minute, I felt like I’d somehow gotten stuck in a scene from one of those cheesy TV movies Ineverwatched because they were too unrealistic…

Except apparently somehow, unbelievably, this had become my real life.

So, yeah, I would probably never be a nice guy. I’d probably never bother with politeness. And I woulddefinitelynever have Hazel’s ability to believe in Santa—Christ, no.

But I was learning that the world really was filled with magic.

Magic was your family and the ridiculous, amazing, generous friends whobecameyour family. Magic was the one person in the world who got you and saw something in you that you couldn’t see in yourself. Magic was second chances when you least expected them. And magic washope.

Always hope.

Those were things I’d never lose faith in again.