If time was a string connecting all of your stories, that party would be the point where everything knots up. And that knot keeps growing and growing, getting more and more tangled, dragging the rest of your stories into it.

After all, how often do we get a second chance?

But they were wrong. There was a reason.

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

People grow apart, and sometimes, there nothing anyone can do about it.

In the end....everything matters.

I want to look back. To look over my shoulder and see the Stop sign with huge reflective letters, pleading with Hannah. Stop!