Like anyone cared where I was, or who I was.

I didn't tell him. And I never told her the whole truth. What would it matter? There was nothing she could do; nothing anyone can do or will do.

My room is cleared. My head is cleared. Earlier, around dawn, I took out the last load of trash. I look around and see what's left. Nothing. There is no more Daelyn Rice. As I was. As I am. Or will become. I'm a blank slate

But you'd sell your soul for it, wouldn't you? For one day of feeling beautiful.

I know it's hard on her. If I don't tell her she'll kill me." He pauses. "That was supposed to be funny.

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

I shouldn't have been there. I should never have been born.