She had been desperate to feel something, anything. She needed a window, because she had broken her heart throwing it at locked doors.
In that moment, Liz Emerson felt that she was forever looking up at people who were much, much better than she could ever be, and the only thing she was really good at was pulling them down to her level.
But there was something terrifying taking over her thoughts, and it wouldn't leave. Out of seven billion sharing the planet with her, not one of them knew what was going through her head. Not one of them knew that she was lost. Not one of them asked.
He embraced his weirdness, and it was nice.
It wasn't the aloneness that Liz minded. It was the silence. It echoed.
Newton's laws of physics can rarely be applied to the real world. There is more to life than cause and effect. Things just aren't that simple
Liz Emerson held so much darkness within her that closing her eyes didn't make much a difference at all.
Out of the seven billion people sharing the planet with her, not one of them knew what was going through her head. Not one of them knew she was lost. Not one of them asked.
