You save yourself or you remain unsaved.

As she brought prospective buyers through, the realtor said it was an oil stain, but it was me, seeping out of the bag.

What did dead mean, Ray wondered. It meant lost, it meant frozen, it meant gone.

And my sister, my Lindsey, left me in her memories, where I was meant to be.

He was beginning to understand: You were treated special and, later, something horrible would be told to you.

He had been my almost. My might-have-been. I was afraid of what I wanted most - His kiss. Still, I collected kiss stories. -Susie Salmon

Sometimes you cry, Susie, even when someone you love has been gone a long time.