““I don't hate you now Kat." He stared intently into my eyes. "I'm mad at you - at myself. I'm so angry, I can taste it...do you know what I thought about all day yesterday? All night? The one single thought I couldn't escape, no matter how pis*ed off I am at you?" "No." I whispered. "That I'm lucky, because the person I can't get out of my head, the person who means more to me than I can stand, is still alive. She's still there. And that's you.””
