I look down at our linked fingers as I loosen my grasp, but he regains his grip on me. “No, don’t let go of me,” he says.

“Destroying things is much easier than making them.”

“You can’t miss your schedule. Every morning, you’re supposed to stick your righ…”

“Because I'm selfish. I'm a coward. I'm the kind of girl who, when she might act…”

“That I knew I'd misjudged you. That you do love him. I'm not saying in what way…”