I'm not a fast reader. I like to linger over each sentence, enjoying the style. If I don't enjoy the writing, I stop.

Her pupils have taken on a lonely hue, like grey clouds reflected in a calm lake.

An empty shell. Those were the first words that sprang to mind. .... Something incredibly important - .. - had disappeared from Miu for good. Leaving behind not life, but its absence

Everything. Things you lost. Things you’re gonna lose. Everything. Here’s where it all ties together.

Everyone who has something is afraid of losing it, and people with nothing are worried they'll forever have nothing. Everyone is the same.

I am here, alone, at the end of the world. I reach out and touch nothing.”.

In a sense, I'm the one who ruined me: I did it myself.