What you don't understand, you can make mean anything.

They were like two magnets who couldn't decide whether to attract or repel.

I hate not knowing what to believe anymore. I hate not knowing what's real.

And concentrating on the spot where the two spindles should be is the closest I get to looking Hannah's eyes as she tells my story.

Those are some strong currents you're swimming against.

My 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.

And what about you-the rest of you-did you notice the scars you left behind? No. Probably not. Because most of them can't be seen with the naked eye.