If you can't imagine it, think clumsy silence. Think bits and pieces of floating despair. And drowning in a train.

Just be patient, she told herself, and with the mounting pages, the strength of her writing fist grew.

He killed himself for wanting to live.

It's not so much that the old friend is a better friend. It's just that you know the person better, and you know they don't really care if you're acting like a poor, grovelling idiot. They know you would do the same for them.

The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like I’m falling, but upward, into the abyss of sky above me.

See, Cameron. The only things I care about in this life are me, you, Mum, Dad, Steve and Sarah. And maybe Miffy. The rest of the world means nothing to me. The rest of the world can rot.' Am I like that too?' You? No way.' There's a slight gap in his words. 'And that's your problem. You care about everything.' He's right. I do.

Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I hear the notes.