Smiling is confusing, she thought. This is why I don’t do it.

I want everyone to meet you. You're my favorite person of all time.

You don’t have to be the kind of beautiful that everyone can agree on. If the right person finds you beautiful, you win. You win forever.

Do you feel like he ignores you?" "No. I feel like he doesn't see me.

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

Eleanor had never thought about killing herself – ever – but she thought a lot about stopping. Just running until she couldn’t run anymore. Jumping from something so high that she’d never hit the bottom.

She was tired of being the one who cried.