I think of Grace and feel a sharp pain in my chest.

Something must die so that others can live.

We'll walk together holding hands, and kiss in broad daylight, and love each other as much as we want to, and no one will ever try to keep up apart.

Running is a mental sport, more than anything else. You're only as good as your training, and your training is only as good as your thinking.

Rainstorms are incredible: falling shards of glass, the air full of diamonds.

And how she looked at me like I could save her from everything bad in he world. This was my secret: she was the one who saved me

But now I give in, let the anger surge. I'm sick of people acting like this world, this other world is the normal one, while I'm the freak. It's not fair; like all the rules have suddenly changed and somebody forgot to tell me.