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

funny how a beautiful song could tell such a sad story

This felt right. Not just leaving, but how I was doing it. Without regret, without second guessing. And with Wes right there, holding the door open for me as I walked out into the light.

It was such a weird thing how a breakup stretched much wider than you expected. You didn't just lose a person, but their entire world as well.

I never really know what I'm going to write next until it comes to me. So we'll just have to see what happens.

Stop it. Seriously. This isn't funny.' 'You're right.' A pause. 'It's pathetic.

And the rest is history,' I said. Nah.' He shook his head. 'The rest is now.