That’s when I said it. That’s when I whispered to her, “I’m so sorry.” Because inside, I felt so happy and sad at the same time. Sad that it took me so long to get there. But happy that we got there together.

This time, for the first time, I saw the possibilities in giving up. I even found hope in it.

When the right moment appears, the key is to not let it pass.

My heart and my trust were in the process of collapsing. And that collapse created a vacuum in my chest.

Rejection always hurts, but having it come from my best friend was the worst.

I swear, guys in groups are capable of the stupidest things." "Like war," Kellan says, heaping napkins and ketchup packets onto her tray. "And jumping off rooftops." "And lighting their farts on fire," she says.

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