“The night is cold, but I welcome it. I need to feel something other than loss, something other than pain. There is only one tree in our backyard, a great big oak tree, but it's perfect. I settle down beneath… — Jill Hathaway Copy Share Image
“I know there's nothing you can say to make death okay. It is what it is.” — Jill Hathaway Copy Share
“Come on," he says. "And try to avoid the broken glass. Can't have you going to the nurse and meeting some other guy.” — Jill Hathaway Copy Share
“When my teacher woke me up, I stared into her face, terrified she'd know about the bad thing I'd just been doing. But then… — Jill Hathaway Copy Share
“He reaches out and trails his finger along a poster that says STAR in bubble letters. Safe, Tolerant, Accountable, Respectful-all the things teachers wish… — Jill Hathaway Copy Share
“Her eyes are black as coal and filled with sadness, and I wonder what losing a child that young does to you. I'm reminded… — Jill Hathaway Copy Share
“His hands are behind his back. 'Choose,' he says. 'I've already made my choice,' I say, and I grab the sleeve of his leather… — Jill Hathaway Copy Share
“I melt onto the couch, gasping, realizing I've never wanted anything as much as I want to rewind time and return to that kiss.… — Jill Hathaway Copy Share
“That night, I peer through my telescope, wondering why the sky looks the same when my universe has been turned completely upside down.” — Jill Hathaway Copy Share
“There's so much shit in this world-what good are friends if not to help shoulder some of the burden?” — Jill Hathaway Copy Share
“His breath is sweet despite the coffee, but it's laced with something else-something like sorrow.” — Jill Hathaway Copy Share
