He's had a lot of chances to care, and he hasn't.

Sometimes it is a relief to be invisible

Bridget cried for the leavers and the left. For the people, like herself, grimly forsaking what precious gifts they would ever get.

She closed her eyes. "I didn't know that. i didn't know anything. It scares me the things I told myself. But I would have told myself almost anything, because I wanted to believe him." "Why?" "Because I wanted to be with you.

Because she was raw and uncertain, and she liked to keep all the messy parts of herself to herself. ... As much as Lena liked to hide the mess and display the finished product, by this point she was all mess and no product.

She kept walking. The very small, brave part of her brain knew that this would be her one chance. If she turned around, she would lose it.

She wondered if maybe tragedy was what it took to make your heart capable of admitting a new member.