Girls, on the other hand, have always come easy. I don't know why that is, exactly. Maybe it's the outsider vibe and a well-placed brooding look. Maybe it's something I think I see sometimes in the mirror, something that reminds me of my father. Or maybe I'm just damn easy on the eyes.

It's shitty I guess. They're my friends. But... everything I want to talk about I can't say to them. It feels so separate, like I've touched something that's taken the color out of me.

Part of her followed him, wherever it was that he went.

I hate telling people this. I never know exactly how my voice is going to sound saying it, and I hate the stricken looks they get on their faces when they don't know what to say back.

It will not be easy for him to see her dead, should they become close. But she has so few friends. She cannot turn one away.

You make me want things that I can't have.

No matter how far I go, I'm still your person. We stand together now.

It would be sweet to be cared for despite her faults, and to be wanted for her person rather than the power she comes with.