“You don’t have to do that,” I promised. “Do what?” “Say you’re okay when you’re not.” Her head lowered and shook back and forth. “People don’t like me when I’m sad.” “How do you know? You never let them close enough to see your tears.” Her lips parted, but no words came out. For the first time in my life, I saw Shay. I saw the girl behind the mask, the one who felt so much and hid those feelings from the world because she felt as if they were too much of a burden to impose on others. I saw her cracks, and they were so beautiful that it almost made my frozen heart beat again. I’d never known
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