If there's one person in the world you should be with, there must be one person in the world you shouldn't be with.
You have to understand yourself before you can understand anything else.
We knew each other to our fingertips. No, that's not right. We only knew each other in our fingertips, and that was nothing at all, and for a while that was okay. We could have been a love story, a fairy tale, an indie film about high school and selective insanity featuring a boy of angel parts and a girl made of dreaming. We could have been all the best things: bracelets sliding down arms while shots slid down throats, laughter and crashing music in dark and flashing rooms, kisses that started hesitant but didn't stay that way.
She would die, and maybe everyone would forget that she had ever lived.
Liz Emerson held so much darkness within her that closing her eyes didn't make much a difference at all.
