We didn't talk about our scars, the ones you could see and the ones you couldn't.

As I shut the door and started to walk away, I heard him say, "Hey. Sydney." "Yeah?""You had on a shirt with mushrooms on it, and your hair was pulled back. Silver earrings. Pepperoni slice. No lollipop."I just looked at him, confused. Layla was walking toward us now. "The first time you came into Seaside," he said. "You weren't invisible, not to me. Just so you know.

But sometimes I longed for that sense of someone pulling me close, feeling another heartbeat against mine.

You ready to play?" Dave asked, bouncing it."I don't know," I said. "Are you going to cheat?""It's street ball!" He said checking it to me. "Show me that love."So chessy, i thought. But as i felt it, solid against my hands, i did feel something. I wasn't sure it was love. Maybe what remained of it, though, whatever that might be. "All right," I said. "Let's play.

Then," Kristy continued,nodding at her,"life was very short,literally.But now that I'm better,it seems so long I have to squint to see even the edges of it. It's all in the view,Macy.That's what I mean about forever,too.For any one of us our forever could end in an hour,or a hundred years from now.You can never know for sure,so you'd better make every second count.

But God!Who could live like this , anyway, with the kind of guesswork that was enough to make a person crazy, just sailing along, taking bumps here and there, no course navigated whatsoever, with any big wave capable of just tipping and sinking you entirely. IT was madness, stipidity, and- (then I saw him)