I should have said something. ... But my mouth wouldn't open, and the longer I stood there in silence, the better I can to understand the problem. It wasn't that I had nothing to say to him. It was that I had too much to say.
Rachel VincentI couldn't see who swam in the darkness, who wore shadows like a second skin.
Rachel VincentShe watched me with a creepy sort of detached curiosity, as if I were a bug crawling across the sidewalk in front of her. I wondered briefly if she was the ant stomper type.
Rachel VincentGreat. I'm psychotic and sparkly.
Rachel VincentKaylee do you know why you are here?"
"Yeah. Because the doors are locked.
Relief washed over me like that first air-conditioned breeze on a hot summer day.
Rachel VincentBecause you don't belong with him! I tried to tell you that, but you wouldn't listen, and I thought if you understood that he'd be better off without you, you'd break up with him for his own good. So I...exaggerated how easy it'd be for him to get over you, with Sabine there to step in. But I underestimated how incredibly stubborn you are"
"I prefer to think of it as dedication..." I mumbled.
I’m confiscating your hair dryer—you’ve fried your brain.
Rachel VincentI gotta know—are my parts going to rot and fall off, or am I forever frozen in youthful perfection?
Rachel VincentLeave the door open," my dad said, the second most common warning in his arsenal. Right behind, "Nash, go home.
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