What we think about, what we concentrate on, will always, always, be reflected on the outside.

Explaining that I'm faced with a choice between being with the love of my life, or saving four lives that were never meant to end.

Soundlessly whispering into the void, my lips moving quickly, silently, without ceasing. Calling his name, calling him to me. Even though there's no use. Even though it's futile. Even though it's way past too late.

Like when you scrape your knee and you get a scar, but then the scar fades so much that no one can see it but you. But you know where it is. Cuz you remember what caused it. And no matter how hard you try, you can never forget how bad it hurt when it first happened.

Are you staring at me because you've seen my doppelganger roaming the halls, playing kind of the cafeteria? Or because you need to borrow a pencil and you're too shy to ask?

Sometimes destiny lies just outside of our reach.

Aw, now look at that, you're being sarcastic, aren't you?