I'm me and you're you, and all of them out there are them. And we're all so different and equally unimportant.

Are you afraid, Tessa?

I said I wouldn't leave her.

Moments. All gathering towards this one.

I wish I had a boyfriend. I wish he lived in the wardrobe on a coat hanger. Whenever I wanted, I could get him out and he'd look at me the way boys do in films, as if I'm beautiful.

The last few weeks, it was as if someone had taken his life to pieces and let him see the way it worked.

Every seven years our bodies change, every cell. Every seven years, we disappear.