I don’t know, shifted a little or something, smoothed down–people would think of me the way they think of Dave, and everything would always be perfect. I would be perfect.

He is nothing to look at, and yet I can’t stop looking at him. There is something beautiful in how his face is made, how all the tiny flaws blend together into something more perfect than perfection could ever be.

I thought living dead girls couldn't feel pain, thought I was emptied out but I'm not, I'm not.

And what if---what are you if the people who are supposed to love you can leave you like you're nothing?

I didn't want it to be one good memory that led to a lot of bad ones. I wanted it to stay what it was, one amazing moment, something that was strong and sweet enough to stand on its own. Something I could remember without any pain. - Kate

I heard how people sounded when their dreams were shattered, when their lives were turned into a waking nightmare.

Something in me, in my bruised heart, wakes up, and even though I'm terrified, I don't push the feeling away.