And at some point, the struggle becomes too much-too tiring-and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.
Jay AsherBecause if I hadn't been so afraid of everyone else, I might have told Hannah that someone cared. And Hannah might still be alive.
Jay AsherMy breathing begins to slow. The tension in my muscles starts to relax. Then, a click in the headphones. A slow breath of air. I open my eyes to bright moonlight. And Hannah, with warmth. Thank you.
Jay Asher