And yet here I am. Broken and bleeding on the inside, heartsick, I am here.

Because I-I'm someone who wants to kiss you. Be with you." Eli says as if it is obvious, as if I know what is written on his heart.

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.

Like a heart, and I wish mine wasn't beating.

Little Alice, all hollowed out, so easy to smash into a million little pieces.

I do not fall. I fell so hard so long ago there is nothing left for me to land on. I just keep falling and falling and falling.

I want to lie down on the bench then, or better yet, on the grass, rest on something living and see if I can hear the dead underneath.