If a heart could break once, it shouldn't have been able to happen again.

It feels like we should do something," he said. "Like, send her off on a barge out to sea and set her on fire. Let her go out in a blaze of glory." Chubs raised an eyebrow. "It's a minivan, not a Viking.

—I don't want to lose you —Then why are you the one that keeps letting go?

Clancy had taught me well.

Everyone is just making the choices they think will help them get by.

No spinning," I said. I wasn't sure my head or heart could take it. Up close, he was so warm, and so beautiful. I was already dizzy enough.

They were never scared of the kids who might die, or the empty spaces they would leave behind. They were afraid of us-the ones who lived.