Why were girls in such a hurry to grow up? Agatha would never understand. Childhood was magical. Leaving it behind was a magnificent loss.

If they just carried on like always, everything would be ok.

Don't let anyone see your vulnerable spots. Once they knew how to hurt you, they would do it again and again.

To this day she could make tap water boil just by kissing him.

It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.

Like magic, she felt him getting nearer, felt it like a pull in the pit of her stomach. It felt like hunger but deeper, heavier. Like the best kind of expectation. Ice cream expectation. Chocolate expectation.

She never thought she was good at making friends. But maybe she was just trying to be friends with the wrong people.