Updated: Jan 4
The people you love weren’t algebra: to be calculated, subtracted, or held at arm’s length across a decimal point.
I’ve already learned my lesson here, when you catch someone lying about a murdered girl, you go ask them why.
But sometimes remembering isn’t for yourself, sometimes you do it just to make someone else smile.
Cara’s wasn’t the face of a best friend; it was the face of a sister.
Pip wished she was strong enough, but she’d learned that she wasn’t invincible; she too could break.
Your efficiency offends me.
I might seem like the ideal student, homework always in early, every extra credit and extracurricular I can get my hands on, the good girl and the high achiever. But I realized something just now, it's not ambition, not entirely. It's fear. Because I don't know who I am when I'm not working.
Who am I between the projects and the assignments, when there's nothing to do?