The rain sounded like it was washing the whole world away.
Sometimes I can't see myself when I'm with you. I can only just see you.
Things hurt and then don't hurt and hurt again.
It made her think about how she couldn't believe how big the universe was, but how small it was for her.
The living always think that monsters roar and gnash their teeth. But I've seen that real monsters can be friendly; they can smile, and they can say please and thank you like everyone else. Real monsters can appear to be kind. Sometimes they can be inside us.
For the girls with messy hair and thirsty hearts.