Trust. That was what this was all about. If you can't trust the one you love, you don't have anything.

Yeah, I loved her. I couldn't help it. She was my brother.

I suppose I'll be remembered as dull. Timid. No one ever knew me. People came. They went. I was kind, I think. Not sympathetic, but considerate of others. I always gave up my place in line. I loaned out pencils and paper, or let people take them from me. I never reported a sexual assault.

No one ever found out what was happening inside me. How the pain was eating me away. No one ever came to my rescue, or stood up for me.

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

Sometimes I felt as if there were no tomorrows, that everything, my whole life, was crammed into one long day. A continuous stretch of meaningless time. Sometimes I even wished there was no tomorrow, if this was all I had to look forward to.

What did she see in me? What does she see that I don't?