The ways I could hurt her and hurt myself. Those two things were intertwined somehow. It's hard to explain, but when you were as closed off as I was the past few months, opening felt as wrong as stripping naked in church.

She was my destination. I was always on the way to Lena, even when I wasn't. Even when she wasn't on her way to me.

bent like the branches of a tree broken like the pieces of my heart cracked like the seventeenth moon shattered like the glass in the window the day we met

Stupid to the power of stupid.

The library was home away from home to my mom, and my family. We had spent every Sunday afternoon there since I was a little boy, wandering around the stacks, pulling out every book with a picture of a pirate ship, a knight, a soldier, or an astronaut. My mom used to say, "This is my church, Ethan. This is how we keep the Sabbath holy in our family.

So either your a vampire or a perv. Which is it?

I don't want ta hear that kinda dirty talk comin' from you." "What, fanny? Fanny fanny fanny!