“You can't just change who you are on the outside and expect it to change who you are on the inside.”

“You're crazy if you think that you can run off and change your identity. This unfeeling, preppy girl thing you got going on," he motions his hand at my tank top, white frilly skirt, and curly hair, "is nothing but bull shit. You can't just change who you are on the outside and expect it to change who you are on the inside.”

“You think that just because you left, it would change how I feel? Well, guess what? You're wrong. I can't help how I feel. I'm still in-”

“I love you, Ella May and nothing will ever change that. You can push me away -run away – and I will still love you.”

“That’s you. Callie, you’re the only person that’s ever made me feel happy about anything. That night you saved me, you changed something in me—you made me want to live.”

“Are you talking to her or me, because I just can't tell”

“You really need stitches," she tells me."Or you're going to have a scar." I try not to laugh. Stitches aren't going to help. They fix skin, cuts, wounds, heal stuff on the outside. Everything broken with me is on the inside. "I can handle scars, especially one's on the outside.”