I still wanted to know why. As though somebody was going to answer that for me, as though any answer would be satisfying.

That's when you really lose people, you know.When the pain passes.

I’ve been trying so hard not to think his name, not to even breathe the idea of him

amazingly, i'd actually forgotten that i'm supposed to be plain. i'm so used to alex telling me i'm beautiful. i'm so used to feeling beautiful around him. a hollow opens up in my chest. this is what life will be like without him: everything will become ordinary again. i'll become ordinary again.

I want to know." His words are a whisper, barely audible. "I want to know with you.

I know some of you are Thinking maybe I deserved it. But before you start pointing Fringers, let me ask you Is what I did really so bad? So bad I deserved to die? So bad I deserved to die like that? Is what I did really much worse Then what anybody else does? Is it really so much worse Than what you do?

That's the easy thing about falling: there is only one choice after that.