My arms are killing me. I didn't know words could be so heavy.
My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They stay wide awake as time snarls forward and silence drops down, like measured thought.
She was saying goodbye and she didn't even know it.
The silence was always the greates temptation.
He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.
You should know it yourself- a young man is still a boy, and a boy sometimes has the right to be stubborn.