And when Eleanor smiled, something broke inside of him. Something always did.

I don't want you to go," Sam said. She was upset. "I don't want this to end like this." "You don't get to choose," Lincoln said. "It's just happening.

It never occurred to me when I was young that I could be an author. That would be like saying, "I want to be a movie star" or "I want to be a wizard." I didn't have any concept of what that path would look like. Maybe that's why I didn't publish my first book until I was 38.

Then Park reached up and wrapped one of her red curls around his honey finger. "Back to missing you," he said, letting it go.

For the first time in weeks, Park didn't have that anxious feeling in his stomach on the way home from school, like he had to soak up enough Eleanor to keep him until the next day.

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,' he said.

Nothing before you counts,” he said. “And I can’t even imagine an after.