I wonder how I seem to them. They must see someone I don't see. Someone capable and strong. Someone I can't be; someone I can be.

I understand why she did all those things, but that doesn't mean we aren't still broken.

I might be in love with you." He smiles a little. "I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you, though.

Not writing is as important as writing - go out into the world and remember how interesting it, and the people in it, are.

I think they're going to force us to eat lots of cake and then take an unreasonably long nap.

Four sits down on the edge of the carousel, leaning against a plastic horse's foot. His eyes lift to the sky, where there are no stars, only a round moon peking through a thin layer of clouds. The muscles in his arms are relaxed; his hand rests on the back of his neck. He looks almost comfortable, holding that gun to his shoulder. I close my eyes briefly. Why does he distract me so easily? I need to focus.

It's stupid to miss a thing when there are so many people to miss instead, but I miss this train already, and all the others that carried me through the city, my city, after I was brave enough to ride them. I brush my fingers over the car wall, just once, and then jump.