I didn’t get her cutting at all. She’d done it sporadically, ever since the accident and it scared me each time. She'd try to explain it to me, how she didn't want to die—she just needed to get it out somehow. She felt so much emotionally, she would say, that a physical outlet—physical pain—was the only way to make the internal pain go away. It was the only way she could control it.

It’s Kahlua, Sage. Packed with sugar and coffee flavor.

Everyone has light around them, except for you. You have shadows.

Adrian, I'm on a date. Why are you here? On my car?

The other problem in my life is Dimitri. He's the one who killed Natalie, and he's a total badass. He's also pretty good-looking. Okay—more than good-looking. He's hot—like, the kind of hot that makes you stop walking on the street and get hit by traffic.

I found the candles—atrocious air freshening ones that smelled like fake pine.

You're burned into my mind forever