“Great. My life has suddenly become a young-adult novel.”

“I didn’t know who the young cashier was, but I still felt like a little part of me died as I watched him go under the hood. Even more so when I felt the bump beneath my seat in the back.”

“Eventually, I’ll grow sick and perish. Die on the floor, a young girl—who even when in the presence of company, still feels the loneliness that looms over her heart.”

“A flower bloomed already wilting. Beginning its life with an early ending.”

“This is what really happens when fairy tales exist. There is nothing magical or enchanting about it, my dear.”

“I was sinking deeper in and losing my grasp at the surface. I was drowning. Drowning in an emotion I’d never felt before. Never wanted to feel—until now. Something so fresh, so new. Even as I tried to place this emotion to something, it left me feeling bewildered. I needed more. More of this toxic sweetness I couldn’t help but indulge.”

“Dammit. I think I’m in like with the naked man I met today.”