I could picture life—school and everything else—continuing on without me. But I could not picture my funeral. Not at all. Mostly because I couldn’t imagine who would attend or what they would say.
Jay AsherI wanted to tell you everything. And that hurt because some things were too scary. Some things even I didn’t understand. How could I tell someone—someone I was really talking to for the first time—everything I was thinking? I couldn’t. It was too soon.
Jay AsherI’m sorry.” Once again, those were the words. And now, anytime someone says I’m sorry, I’m going to think of her.
Jay Asher