Rhine. The river that, somewhere out there, has broken free.

A party in the orange grove. The pain on Linden's face is immediate. I am unwavering. He has cost me more pain than I will ever be able to repay.

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

Love is not enough to keep any of us alive.

The trick was looking past the illusion, because the exit was never as far away as it seemed.

But instead of tears, when I press my face against the pillow, a horrible, primal scream comes out of me. It's unlike anything I thought myself capable of. Rage, unlike anything I've ever known.

I don't know if it was love or an illusion. I don't know if there's ever a way to be certain.