I would give anything to escape myself, Flynn thought, just for a day, just for a minute even. Just to know what it was like to think differently, to feel differently, and to not be me.

Before there was anything, there was Lochan.

I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?

At the age of five she has already come to terms with one of the life's harshest lessons: that the world isn't fair.

I don't know when it started - this thing - bit it's growing, muffling me, suffocating me like poison ivy. I grew into it. It grew into me. We blurred at the edges, became an amorphous, seeping, crawling thing.

And I know how he feels—it’s so good it hurts. I think I’m going to die from happiness. I think I’m going to die from pain. Time has stopped; time is racing.

The words fire from my mouth like bullets, ricocheting off the walls before I can even register what I'm saying.