A piece of me is gone," she told me once while we were bra shopping. "I think we're made up of all these different pieces and every time someone goes, you're left with less of yourself.

Maybe she'd always been there. Maybe strangers enter your heart first and then you spent the rest of your life searching for them.

It's how they've stayed popular for so long. By not doing anything that will make them look like fools. They never leave home without their safety nets and I think, good for them, but the thing with safety nets is this. I got tangled in them so many times and the Stella girls always seemed to leave me dangling, upside down, to the point where I almost couldn't breathe anymore.

I ran away one day. He was running in the same direction.

The truth doesn't set you free, you know. It makes you feel awkward and embarrassed and defenseless and red in the face and horrified and petrified and vulnerable.

You go shake your foundations, Will. I think it's about time I saved myself.

Tom always did anger well. Hid it well, but showed it even better