And it was different because I'd already lost her so many times, so many ways, in my head. And different because she was never really mine to lose. And different because this wasn't my fault.

Melanie still grieves for Jared," she stated. I felt my head nod without willing the action. "You grieve for him." I closed my eyes. "The dreams continue?" "Every night," I mumbled. "Tell me about then." Her voice was soft, persuasive. "I don't like to talk about them." "I know. Try. It might help." "How? How will it help to tell you that I see his face every time I close my eyes? That I wake up and cry when he's not there? That the memories are so strong I can't separate hers from mine anymore?

Try not to trip. We don’t have time for a concussion today.

I had never given much thought to how I would die, but dying in the place of someone I love doesn't seem like such a bad way to go.

You are my life. You're the only thing it would hurt to lose.

how can a little thing be so annoying?

I honestly have no idea how to live without you.