con ella había aprendido que, si le quitabas el cinismo, oías una verdad hecha de cansancio y soledad.

whoopdie-friggin-doo, fooled you!

[...]sabía que el organismo producía tres tipos de lágrimas, cada una con su propia composición química. Una se generaba con regularidad para mantener la humedad del ojo. La segunda se activaba para lubricar y expulsar un cuerpo extraño que hubiera penetrado en el ojo. La tercera era producto de la tristeza. Su misión consistía en expulsar las sustancias segregadas por el sentimiento de aflicción. Es decir, llorabas para vomitar la pena.

The future was getting here faster than I'd expected.

Cole sat back up, slowly, and I opened my eyes. His expression, as ever, was blank, the face he wore when something mattered. He said, "That's how I would kiss you, if I loved you.

Nothing had changed. Nothing.

Aren't you afraid?''Of what?''Of losing yourself.''That's what I'm hoping for.

You're not that girl,' Cole said, sounding tired. 'Trust me, I've seen enough of them to know. Look. Don't cry. You're not that girl either.' 'Oh yeah? What girl am I?''I'll let you know when I figure it out. Just don't cry.

I couldn't imagine anyone ever reading a book enough to make it look like that. It looked like it had been driven over by a school bus after someone had taken a bath with it.