Two steps behind her, I say her name. "Skye.

One little ripple started today could create a typhoon fifteen years from now.

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.

We all know the sound a camera makes when it snaps a picture. Even some of the digitals do it for nostalgia’s sake.

That's why you did it. You wanted your world to collapse around you. You wanted everything to get as dark as possible.

And as I stood there in the hallway―alone―trying to understand what had just happened and why, I realized the truth: I wasn't worth an explanation―not even a reaction. Not in your eyes.

Why would anyone say this stuff about themselves on the Internet? It's crazy!