Anything can happen in one day.

Sometimes the wind blows you places you weren't expecting: sometimes it blows you away from those places, too.

What would you do if you had to choose?

I can’t imagine what it would be like to have had her company in my head—the comfort that would’ve brought.

About being grateful for what you have instead of yearning for what you think you want.

But then Mason touches my neck, to the spot on it where the cut from that night has since healed, and I pull away. He was right, after all; it didn't leave a scar, though part of me wishes it had. At least I'd have some evidence, some justification of this permanence. Stains are even worse when you're the only one who can see them.

A thousand suns rise from my chest.