Running away was easy; not knowing what to do next was the hard part.

I wasn't going to let things happen to me any more. I was going to make them happen.

I don't make promises in case I can't keep them. Sometimes you can't help it; things stop you.

Then I kissed Max because I loved him, and everyone I had ever loved before had gone away and I had never kissed them goodbye

Sometimes words come out of me and I don't know where they come from or why. They're like falling stars tumbling through the universe; bright, burning things that can't be stopped.

You might think what I tell you next is all a dream, or that I've imagined it. I can't help it if that's what you think, but I swear it's true. Sometimes the truest things are the hardest to believe.

Sometimes I can see colour without opening my eyes. I saw that Billy's heart was no colour and every colour. Like water or diamonds or crystals, it's pure and reflects the light.