She means the world to me, and nothing will ever change that.

WICKED is good

And then they were kissing. Something exploded within his chest burning away the tension and confusion and fear. Burning away the hurt of seconds earlier. For a moment it felt like nothing mattered anymore. Like nothing would matter ever again.

Thomas was baffled by this girl—first the connection he’d felt to her from the very beginning, then the mind-speaking, now this. “Everything about you is weird. You know that, right?”
“Judging by your little hiding spot, I’d say you’re not so normal yourself. Like living in the woods, do ya?

I'm so sorry," he whispered to her, knowing she couldn't hear. "I'm so sorry."
Her mouth moved, working to speak, and he leaned in to make out what she was trying to say.
"Me...too," she whispered. "i only ever... cared for..."
And then Thomas was being dragged away from her. He didn't have the energy or will to fight it. She was gone.

-Yo me acuerdo que recordaba -murmuró. Emitió un largo suspiro mientras se sentaba, encogía las piernas y ponía los brazos alrededor de ellas-. Sentimientos. Emociones. Como si tuviera en mi cabeza estantes con etiquetas para los recuerdos y las caras, pero vacíos. Como si todo lo anterior esto se encontrara del otro lado de una cortina blanca. También tú.