“When she landed, I thought her eyes looked into mine. She had fallen on her back, on top of the others. The bullet had passed through her neck, but her face was untouched. She was pale, young, and wide-eyed, gazing… — Michael Kaan Copy Share Image
“I ruin everything. I think that a bullet must have passed through my heart when I was very young, causing me to bleed out slowly, over things and people and every white surface that I’d ever come across.” — Jennifer Elisabeth Copy Share Image
