What if Park realized that all the things he thought were so mysterious and intriguing about her were actually just … bleak?

You flirt with old people and babies and everybody in between.

Things she knew now, that she hadn't known two hours ago: Park was covered with skin. Everywhere.

It felt good to be writing in her own room, in her own bed. To get lost in the World of Mages and stay lost. To not hear any voices in her head but Simon's and Baz's. Not even her own. This was why Cath wrote fic. For these hours when their world supplanted the real world.

Wasn’t hitting bottom the thing you had to do to knock some sense into yourself? Wasn’t hitting bottom the thing that showed you which way was up?

He pulled away to say he's sorry, and she shook her head no, because even though she really want him to be sorry, she wanted to kiss him more.

I don’t just kiss people. Kisses aren’t... just with me.