I smiled at her, but she was already lost in thought, looking around the library as if it held all the answers to all our problems.

no light no dark no you no me know light know dark know you know me

When she slept, she looked peaceful, beautiful. Not Lena's kind of beautiful, something different. She looked content - like a sunny day, a cold glass of milk, an unopened book before you cracked the binding.

Oblivion eyes on a cereal box, the warm blinds of a father lost and last to know lost and last to love last boy lost you can't see even a bubble once it's popped

Stupid to the power of stupid.

Lena made a face. She almost never wore makeup; she didn't have to. "You know, it's not like we all sign a contract with Maybelline when we turn thirteen.

Ladies first." "Why is it men only say that when it's something horrible or dangerous?