He could feel it immediately when his shoulder snapped - the intense pain of his bones cracking. His skin tightened, as if it could no long hold whatever was lurking inside him. The breath was sucked from his lungs like he was being crushed. His vision began to blur, and he had the sensation he was falling, even though he could feel the rock tearing at his flesh as his body seized on the ground.

You couldn't take two roads. And once you were on one, there was no going back.

I pulled Lena's necklace out of my pocket. I let the charms roll around in my palm, but they were tangled and meaningless without her. The necklace was heavier than I imagined, or maybe it was the weight of my conscience.

Those were the 'ifs' that kept me from making a fool of myself.

It's hard to imagine a place like that really exists. People have been judging me my whole life.

Macon, wet from the raindrops for the first time.

Who burns me and shocks me and shatters me with a single touch.