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.

You can hear rumors. But you can't know them.

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

‎Because if I hadn't been so afraid of everyone else, I might have told Hannah that someone cared. And Hannah might still be alive.

Josh will begin disappearing into a future where the only place he and I remain friends is on the Internet.

How can you call it love when it hurt you so badly?" "It was love because it was worth it.

My breathing begins to slow. The tension in my muscles starts to relax. Then, a click in the headphones. A slow breath of air. I open my eyes to bright moonlight. And Hannah, with warmth. Thank you.