Because it may seem like a small role now, but it matters. In the end, everything matters.

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

Will I ever get control of my life? Will I always be shoved back and pushed around by those I trust?

You don't need to watch out for me, Clay." But I did, Hannah. And I wanted to. I could have helped you. But when I tried, you pushed me away. I can almost hear Hannah's voice speaking my nest thought for me. "Then why didn't you try harder?

And what if in the future we're at war again, or we still haven't elected a non-white or non-male president, or the Rolling Stones are still dragging their tired old butts on stage? That would depress me way too much.

It's nothing. A school project. My go-to answer for anything. Staying out late? School project. Need extra money? School project.

And here he is again, yet things feel like they'll never be as easy between us as they once were.