“Does everyone feel like this, and they just don’t talk about it? Or am I certifiably insane?” “I honestly don’t know,” admitted Arden. “I wish I could be like you.” He shook his head. “I’m so glad you’re not like me.” I scoffed, pulling away and wiping my sodden face on my sleeve. “Easy for you to say.” He looked away, teeth gritted. “You think it’s easy for me to watch you go through this?” “I don’t know. I don’t fucking know, Arden.”
