…God, it’s over. Takumi, you gotta stop stealing other people’s problems and get some of your own.
She cannot possibly be dead, people do not just die
Something invisible snapped inside her.
Easy comfort isn't comforting
She’s the kind of person who either dies tragically at twenty-seven, like Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin, or else grows up to win, like, the first-ever Nobel Prize for Awesome.
"Nothing," I said. "I’m just…" I couldn’t finish the sentence, didn’t know how to. "I’m just very, very fond of you."