There was no easy switch that she could flip to stem the flow of feelings, no way to drain the memories that pooled like acid in her stomach because her heart no longer knew what to do with them.

Why are you doing this to yourself? When something bad happens, why do you have to pick at it until it bleeds all over again?

Lie to yourself until it's true.

Once upon a time there was a girl who wanted to put her fist through a mirror. She would tell everyone it was so that she could see what was on the other side, but really, it was so that she wouldn't have to look at herself. That, and because she thought she might be able to steal a piece of glass when no one was looking, and use it to carve her heart out of her chest.

What makes a treasure a treasure." Marine replied, "is how rare a find it is, when you need it the most.

If I have gained anything over these months, it is the knowledge there is no starting over- only living with the mistakes you've made.

Then Henry speaks again. "Did he do it?" I turn to him slowly. "Does it matter?