But there was something terrifying taking over her thoughts, and it wouldn't leave. Out of seven billion sharing the planet with her, not one of them knew what was going through her head. Not one of them knew that she was lost. Not one of them asked.
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Amy Zhang
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Falling into Place
This Is Where the World Ends
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It wasn't the aloneness that Liz minded. It was the silence. It echoed.
Out of the seven billion people sharing the planet with her, not one of them knew what was going through her head. Not one of them knew she was lost. Not one of them asked.
In that moment, Liz Emerson felt that she was forever looking up at people who were much, much better than she could ever be, and the only thing she was really good at was pulling them down to her level.
She had been desperate to feel something, anything. She needed a window, because she had broken her heart throwing it at locked doors.
He embraced his weirdness, and it was nice.
There's more to life than cause and effect.
You have to understand yourself before you can understand anything else.
Newton's laws of physics can rarely be applied to the real world. There is more to life than cause and effect. Things just aren't that simple
If there's one person in the world you should be with, there must be one person in the world you shouldn't be with.
Liz Emerson held so much darkness within her that closing her eyes didn't make much a difference at all.
We fall asleep to fairy tales, and the world rotates and revolves and time passes and we grow up and we understand that they are false. There are not heroes and princesses and villains. It's not that easy.
We knew each other to our fingertips. No, that's not right. We only knew each other in our fingertips, and that was nothing at all, and for a while that was okay. We could have been a love story, a fairy tale, an indie film about high school and selective insanity featuring a boy of angel parts and a girl made of dreaming. We could have been all the best things: bracelets sliding down arms while shots slid down throats, laughter and crashing music in dark and flashing rooms, kisses that started hesitant but didn't stay that way.