Sometimes I see things, I think. Out of the corner of my eye, taunting me, and then it’s gone. And dreams. Such horrible dreams. What if something terrible happened to me? What if I am damaged?" The rain is a cool kiss on my sleeve as I link my arm with hers. "We’re all damaged somehow.

It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible.

I invited myself. Thought this table needed some class.

...dreams were dreams and reality was reality and she felt people were better off understanding the difference.

Because there's nothing wrong with you... that can't be fixed.

In a world like this one, only the random makes sense.

We are English, and I expect you to behave as such. No more crying.