You really need stitches," she tells me."Or you're going to have a scar." I try not to laugh. Stitches aren't going to help. They fix skin, cuts, wounds, heal stuff on the outside. Everything broken with me is on the inside. "I can handle scars, especially one's on the outside.

I just let the pain take over, allowing it to numb the pain of being left behind.

He laughs, sucking his lip ring into his mouth. "I promise I'll go easy on you." A naughty feeling dances inside me. "What if I don't want you to go easy on me?

I'm just here,existing at the surface of the water,not quite drowning but not quite able to breathe.

Just because it's broken doesn't mean it loses its importance.

Come with me somewhere. Please. I've been waiting eight months to talk to you

At least tell me you won? And that the scratches and dings were totally worth it." "Of course. They're always worth it," he says with a hidden meaning that only the two of us could ever understand.