Never would forever, with all its meanings, be so clear and distinct as in the true, guaranteed end of the world.

Everything always gets crazy at the end. You just have to keep going, regardless of how awful it gets. So that's what I do.

Look at it this way: I might be saying you're fat, but at least I'm not punching you in the face.' Are those the only options?' Not always. Just sometimes.

Everything, in the end, comes down to timing. One second, one minute, one hour could make all the difference.

She was so emotional, on the verge of tears. This was what I'd wanted to prevent with all those quick disappearances, the tangledness of farewells and all the baggage they brought with them. But now, looking at Deb, I realized what else I'd given up: knowing for sure that someone was going to miss me. What happened to goodbye, Michael in Westcott had written on my Ume.com page. I was pretty sure I knew, now. It had been packed away in a box of its own, trying to be forgotten, until I really needed it. Until now.

Everyone had a forever.

It's a choice, Annabel. And if you make the wrong one, you have only yourself to blame when there are consequences.