She wanted him to notice her so much.

Parents were the only ones obligated to love you; from the rest of the world you had to earn it.

She was alive, and they were dead. She had to try to make her life big. As big as she could. She promised Bailey she would keep playing.

I did the searching and remembering, she did the disappearing and the forgetting.

Carmen was bad at loving. She loved too hard.

She'd cried over a broken heart before. She knew what that felt like, and it didn't feel like this. Her heart felt not so much broken as just ... empty. It felt like she was an outline empty in the middle. The outline cried senselessly for the absent middle. The past cried for the present that was nothing.

Polly was pretty good at dieting, all right, but she was beginning to wonder whether you ever lost the parts of your self that you wanted to lose.