He turned to look just in time to see the rain start falling out as if the storm had finally decided to weep with shame for what it had done to them.

Rose took my nose, I suppose,” he repeated; the bubble of phlegm in his throat made a disgusting crackle. “And it really blows.

No. I kind of accepted it, in a way. That saving you was worth losing what we might've had.

Everything is going to change.

It was her. It was Teresa.

Yeah, right," Minho said. "And Frypan's gonna start having little babies, Winston'll get rid of his monster acne, and Thomas here'll actually smile for once." Thomas turned to Minho and exaggerated a fake smile. "There, you happy?" "Dude," he responded. "You are one ugly shank.

Too bad we don't have a flashlight." "Thanks for stating the obvious, Mr. Thomas," Minho replied.