And I know how he feels–it’s so good it hurts.

I've never seen anyone sleep with their head hanging off the back of a wooden chair before - was the couch not comfortable enough for you?

Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have.

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.

Even though I'm surrounded by pupils, there is the invisible screen screen between us, and behind the glass wall I am screaming - screaming in my own silence, screaming to be noticed, to be befriended, to be liked.

He is my soul mate, my fresh air, the reason I look forward to getting up every morning.

It's always nice being wanted. Even if it's by the wrong person.