To Fred, those years seemed to pass like quickly skimming a book and then finding the ending wasn't what he expected. He wished he'd paid more attention to the story.

Love always hurts. That’s one thing I know you know. But it’s worth it. That’s what you don’t know. Yet.

For stubborn souls like Lisette, death was easier than the courage it took to actually change your life.

That, they knew, was true friendship. And they knew, if you're lucky enough to find it, you hold on to it.

I should let people in. If they leave, they leave. If I break, I break. It happens to everyone. Right?

Those who decided to stick with her would be her true friends. The others would just be scenery.

It felt as though they were the only people in the world, two young women about to bury the symbol of their helplessness, as if that's all it would take to make them whole again.