“I knew then, that I would stay with you…even if it killed me.”

“Would you still love me if I killed someone?” I said nothing. My breath was coming too fast. “I would still love you,” Go said. “Go, do you really need me to say it?” She stayed silent. “I did not kill Amy.” She stayed silent. “Do you believe me?” I asked. “I love you.”

“I knew from the start that your loyalty would get you killed. I just never thought it would be your loyalty to me that would do it.”

“This is why I resisted loving you. I knew it would kill me to be away from you. I just…I don’t know if I can do it after…”

“And I felt more like me than I ever had, as if the years I'd lived so far had formed layers of skin and muscle over myself that others saw as me when the real one had been underneath all along, and I knew writing- even writing badly- had peeled away those layers, and I knew then that if I wanted to stay awake and alive, if I wanted to stay me, I would have to keep writing.”

“And of course, the one that I really wanted to see, stayed completely hidden away from me and I let him even though it kind of killed me.”