“You should have said hi,” Charlie says, voice low. Time ticks by slowly. My perception shrinks to the space between us. “I should have,” I murmur. “I wish I could have, but I was so shy. I’ve always wanted to be someone different, someone who could talk to cute boys and race around in a yellow boat.” “I like the person you are. I wouldn’t change a thing.” “No edits?” “Not a single one.”
