Juliet!' I whip around but not quickly enough. She's swallowed by the crowd, the gap that allowed her to break for the door closing just as quickly as it opened, a shifting Tetris pattern of bodies.

What I meant was, you looked happier in the pictures.

Maybe next time, but probably not.

I’m with Julian,” I say at last. This, after all, is what I have chosen.

Amor deliria nervosa. The deadliest of all deadly things.

I don't know whether these feelings - this thing growing inside of me - is something horrible and sick or the best thing that's ever happened to me. Either way, I can't stop it. I've lost control. And the truly sick thing is that despite everything, I'm glad.

Sometimes I feel like she deserves a best friend who is just a little more special.