I should have told you from the start. I will let you down.

Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place.

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

That's the thing about someone who rarely gets upset: when they do, you notice.

Of course it hurts", she grumbled, tipping my head further back. "Life sucks. Get over it

I was woundering what he would say, what word could sum me up right then, when i saw the lights come across his face, blaringly yellow, and suddenly he was brighter, and brighter, and i asked him what was happening, what was wrong. I remember only that light, so strong it spilled across my shoulders, and lit up his face, and how scared he looked as something big and loud hit my door, sending glass shattering across me, little sparks catching the light like diamonds, as they fell, with me, into the dark.

"I just don't know," I said, my voice sounding bumby, not like mine, "how do you help someone who doesn't want your help. What do you do when you can't do anything?"