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I wonder if humans are the only living creatures that ever feel hollow inside. I don’t understand how my body can be full of everything bodies are full of—bones and muscles and blood and organs—yet my chest sometimes feels vacant, as if someone could scream into my mouth and it would echo inside of me.
Jenny. My little sister—my
I’d rather blend in with the wallpaper and quietly enjoy people-watching than be the one standing on a table in the center of a room, being the one people are watching.
Sometimes when we’re alone, he looks at me in a way that makes me feel empty when he looks away.
It’s like my chest has been on a constant search for its missing piece, and Jonah is holding it in his fist.
“I think you’ll make a great dad someday.” I don’t know why I say that. Maybe I’m testing the waters. Seeing what his reaction will be. He laughs. “Hell yeah, I will. Clara is gonna love me.” I tilt my head. “Clara?” “My future daughter. I’ve already named her. Still working on a boy name, though.”
I should be happy right now, but something is off. I can’t put my finger on it. Maybe I’m getting bored. Or worse. Maybe I’m boring.
It’s like we’re living in a nightmare—one where we don’t want to eat or drink or speak. A nightmare where all we want to do is scream, but nothing comes out of our hollow throats.
and before I know it, I’ll forget how their voices sounded and what their faces looked like in person.
“Will you do me a favor?” I ask him. “Depends on what it is.” “When you become a famous director someday, will you make sure the coffee cups actually have liquid in them when actors hold them in scenes?” Miller laughs at this. Loudly. “That is my biggest pet peeve,” he says. “They’re always empty. And when they set them down, you can hear the hollowness of the cup when it hits the table.”
“I’ve believed in you since the moment I met you. I believe in myself now that I’ve finally left you.”
“My dad left when I was three. I have no idea what he looks like.” I can see Lexie’s eyebrow rise, albeit very subtly. “Mine too. Christmas Day.” “That explains the attitude,” Efren says. Lexie shrugs. “I don’t know. I think I had this attitude before I was three. It’s probably why he left.” Efren agrees with a nod. “Probably. If we start dating, don’t get used to me being around, because I’ll probably get tired of your attitude and leave too.”
“But heartache builds character. Remember?” “So does being in love,” he says.

