Nothing happens for ages, and then all the changes come at once.

The way I see it," she continued, "is that some things are just meant to be the way they are.

The language of solace, and comets, and the girls we all become, in the end.

Some people, they can't just move on, you know, mourn and cry and be done with it. Or at least seem to be. But for me... I don't know. I didn't want to fix it, to forget. It wasn't something that was broken. It's just...something that happened. And like that hole, I'm just finding ways, every day, of working around it. Respecting and remembering and getting on at the same time.

I was just stock in the middle, vague and undefined.

At the same time, though, I was beginning to wonder if this was just how it was supposed to be for me, like perhaps I wasn't capable of having that many people in my life at any one time. My mom turned up, Nate walked away, one door opening as another clicked shut.

Because this is what happens when you try to run from the past. It just doesn’t catch up, it overtakes … blotting out the future.