A pillanat, amikor ezt olvasod:
„One smile,” he whispers. „One smile and I'll let you go.”
My face in his hands and my hands on his hips. His forehead touching mine and the stars turning over us and the Earth beneath us, and time slipping, slipping.
„It wouldn't be real,” I tell him.
„At this point, I don't care.”
I push him away. Gently. „I still do.”
Majd közvetlenül ezután ezt hallod a rádióban:
„Következik a 'Best Fake Smile' című szám.”