I stare at her collarbone that's framed with lace, the hollow of her throat, her shoulders that rise with each rise with the weight of her next breath. We're fragile things. Our bones show through our skin. What would any god want with us?

She’s a commodity in a sea of broken girls.

Love unrequited is violent. He loves you so much that he's turned it into hate.

It is the face of a girl who has seen the world, who realizes that it hates her, and who hates it in return.

The madness of youth made me unafraid.

My sisters were in that van.

Gabriel's voice can reach me anywhere. Even in a hurricane.