They’re like sharks. Circling. Cute, single guy, good job, nice car. It’s all they know about me.” His tone was light but his expression serious. Maybe that’s because it’s all you show them.” Maybe it’s all they want to see.

I knew him, but I don't understand him.

We were broken, brittle and fragile. The question was, were we still precious to each other? Or, instead of everything falling into place, had it fallen into pieces?

What are you, Elle? Are you a ghost? Are you an angel or a demon? Because you can’t be real.

You know what they say. Best revenge is looking good, right?

There is so much freedom in not having to choose.

I had no words to give him. No explanation. I didn’t understand it, myself. It scared me, but then so do roller coasters, and I ride them anyway, too.