She was a girl with a mountain to climb. - Markus Zusak

What would you do if you were me? Tell me. Please tell me!
But you're far from this. Your fingers turn the strangeness of these pages that somehow connect my life to yours. Your eyes are safe. The story is just another few hundred pages of your mind. For me, it's here. It's now. I have to go through with this, considering the cost at every turn. Nothing will be the same.

The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this.

It's a lot easier, she realized, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This would still take time.