you remember what is lost, and you forget what's right in front of you.

I love the idea of fictional worlds kind of all cohering in some way.

The phone was her worst enemy and her best friend but she never knew which until she answered it.

Relief is a short-lived emotion, passive and thin. The agony of doubt disappears, leaving little memory of how it really felt. Life aligns behind the new truth.

She hadn't chosen the brave life. She'd chosen the small, fearful one.

He loved her for being so beautiful, and he hated her for it. He loved how she put shiny stuff on her lips for him, and he also reviled her for it. He wanted her to walk home alone, and he wanted to run after her and grab her up before she could take another step.

Maybe it didn’t matter if you were a world-famous heartthrob or a painful geek. Maybe it didn’t matter if you friend was possibly dying. Maybe you just got through it. Maybe that was all you could ask for.