At least it was instant. At least there wasn't any pain."
I knew he was only trying to help, but he didn't get it.
There was pain. A dul endless pain in my gut that wouldn't go away even when I knelt on the stingingly frozen tile of the bathroom, dry-heaving.

“You're not a grenade, not to us. Thinking about you dying makes us sad, Hazel, …”

“Smettila di guardare il cielo, altrimenti uno di questi giorni abbasserai gli o…”

“my mom and dad came into my room, and even though it was really not big enough …”

“You are fairly smart," I said after a while."You are fairly good at compliments…”