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.

There was a moment in between, a moment flung free in the midst of the transition, when he made contact. That was the moment she would dwell on.

Their friendship was only one aspect of their lives but it seemed to give meaning to all the others.

I love that blurry place where life’s transitions are made without you even knowing it.

Lena was an introvert. She knew she had trouble connecting with people. She always felt like her looks were fake bait, seeming to offer a bridge to people, which she couldn't easily cross.

Today is the tomorrow we worried about yesterday.

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