Currently I’m pretending that I don’t care that Snow left. I’m pretending I don’t even notice he’s gone. I’m not sure why it surprised me when he left—I’d been reminding him for the last twenty-four hours that we weren’t friends, kisses notwithstanding. So I shouldn’t be shocked and dismayed that he left with the two people who actually are his friends. . . . With the one person he’s always wanted, as long as I’ve known him.
