"What did you do?" I scream. "You die, I die too."
Why do people want to pretend that death is sleep? It isn't. It isn't.
Killing you is not the worst thing they can do to you," I say. "Controlling you is.
Well, I already know what happened to my face", I say. "I was there. Sort of
Maybe there's more we all could have done, but we just have to let the guilt remind us to do better next time.
Can I ask why you’re throwing knives at cheese?’ ‘Caleb came by to discuss something,’ Tobias says, leaning his head against the wall as he looks at me. ‘And knife-throwing just came up somehow.’ ‘As it so often does,’ I say, a small smile inching across my face.