It's quiet for a while, and then Rowan says; "We could talk now. We're alone out here. No walls." "There are always walls." I say.

I lost everyone I loved," I tell him. I wait for him to look at me, and then I add, "The day I met you.

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

When I am writing anything in general, I just want to tell the story that exists in my head; I don't try to write a parable or make a point.

I think he's beginning to understand, and understanding is a horrible thing.

In another time, in another place, I wonder who they might have been.

Poor kid,' Jenna says, and rolls her eyes toward me for a moment. Then she returns to her book. 'She doesn't even understand what kind of place this is.