It was pretty obvious Lena wanted to be asked. Another mysterious thing about girls- they want to be asked to stuff even if they don't want to go.

These are the kinds of things a guy thinks about when he visits his own grave.

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.

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.

I'm afraid. I know L. I don't want you to get hurt. I won't. What if you do. I'll wait for you. Even if I'm dark? Even if you're very very dark.

Are you kidding? I'm supposed to put my books in this filthy tin coffin?

There was a curse. There was a girl. And in the end, there was a grave. I never even saw it coming.