He took the fucking piano, Sunshine. He didn't take everything. Look at your left hand. It's probably clenched in a fist right now, isn't it?"
I don't need to look. It is. He knows it.
"Now open it up and let it go."
And I do.

“I'm grateful to Margot. Not that I tell her this. Not that I tell her anything.…”

“—Tal vez algún día regresarás. Tal vez nunca lo harás y eso apestará, pero no p…”

“Dying isn't so bad after you've done it once. . . ”

“So let's pretend. One night. We'll go out and pretend we're normal.”