““You can't just make me different and then leave," I said out loud to her. "Because I was fine before, Alaska. I was fine with just me and last words and school friends, and you can't just make me different and then die." For she had embodied the Great Perhaps-she had proved to me that it was worth it to leave behind a minor life for grander maybes, and now she was gone and with her my faith in perhaps.””
