I wish I had a boyfriend. I wish he lived in the wardrobe on a coat hanger. Whenever I wanted, I could get him out and he’d look at me the way boys do in films, as if I’m beautiful.
Maybe you should say goodbye, Cal.”No.”It might be important.”It might make her die.
Statement: A girl and a boy jump into a river. The boy swims over to the girl and says, God, it’s cold.Question: What’s the probability they will kiss?
I love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I’m sorry to leave you.
It’s all right, Tessa, you can go. We love you. You can go now.”Why are you saying that?”She might need permission to die, Cal.”I don’t want her to. She doesn’t have my permission.
But all that is warm will go cold. My ears will fall off and my eyes will melt. My mouth will be clamped shut. My lips will turn to glue….No taste or smell or touch or sound.Nothing to look at. Total emptiness for ever.