“If she could breathe then it could be heard, but she was breathless.”

“She looked at me for real and saw I was serious. She saw I knew she was for me like you know that tomorrow morning the sun will rise.”

“As it turned out, she was alone after all. She prayed that he'd come back to her, because she missed him and needed her connection, her fix.”

“...She is so relieved to know that he's better and is finally getting the sleep he needs and she misses him.”

“I don't eat bread.' Is she pouting? It's hard to tell. She's had a lot of chemicals injected into her face.”

“She became a story, one I have mostly forgotten. One I can't end because she died a long time ago.”

“She has no idea who I am, not really. She's just someone who's noticed me because the video and she'll forget what she's said before the day is over. Me? Not so much, but I go on, my legs shaking and a mix of anger and despair burning inside me.”