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

Because life goes on, L. The birds do their thing, and the bees do theirs. Seeds get scattered, and everything grows back.

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.

Dig deep. Find your way to your soul.

Books?" Ridley looked disgusted. "Carry?

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

It was crazy how a hearse and a pair of sneakers could cheer a guy up.