“Have a nice life, Clara,” he says. “You deserve to be happy.”

“Fine.” He smirks at me. “Nice to meet you, Carrots,” he says, looking directly at my hair. “Oh, I mean Clara.”My face flames.“Same to you, Rusty,” I shoot back, but he’s already striding away.”

“You like me, Clara, he says. "I know you do.”

“You deserve to be happy," he whispers. "No matter what you think or what you did. You deserve to be happy.”

“It's been nice knowing you, Clara.'Huh? My brain still a bit shell-shocked.'Say a prayer for me, will you? He gives me a shaky grin. Because I'm pretty sure my parents are going to kill me”

“You deserve to be happy. Anyone who can touch a life the way you have touched mine - Anyone who can give warmth, sunshine and joy on the gloomiest of winter days - Anyone who calm and soothe you by saying " hey" - Anyone who can make you laugh and giggle - deserves happiness in large, heavenly doses!!”