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

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

Maybe if I forgot things once in a while, we'd all be a little bit happier.

He looks out into the empty street, allowing me to sit in his car and just miss her. To miss her each time I pull in a breath of air. To miss her with a heart that feels so cold by itself, but warm when thoughts of her flow through me.

When you try rescuing someone and discover they can't be reached, why would you ever throw that back in their face?

Everything about it was false. Right then, in that office, with the realization that no one knew the truth about my life, my thoughts about the world were shaken.

Every reader is different. There's no book that's inappropriate for every person, but there are people who cannot handle everything.