How it felt to have the world moving beneath me, a hand gripping mine, knowing if I fell, at least I wouldn't do it alone.

As if at the age of eighteen life already sucked beyond any hope of improvement.

I’d only met him once, at the mall. He was tall, with a big floppy shock of blond hair he was always getting out of his face by jerking his head suddenly to the side, whiplash-style. Rina found this incredibly sexy. It made me nervous. - Caitlin about Jeff

Maybe that's what you got when you stood over your grief, facing it finally. A sense of its depths, its area, the distance across, and the way over or around it, whichever you chose in the end.

As if he was beating me to the punch, his words living forever, while I was left speechless, no rebuttal, no words left to say.

There was nothing, nothing to depend on. And why was I surprised?

I'm just writing what I know. I've never been much of a reader of fantasy, and I think you write what you, personally, enjoy reading.