Cody Reynolds személy
Visszamegyünk Ben házába, kipakolja a holmiját, aztán fél órát azzal töltünk, hogy egy elemlámpa fényével cikázunk a falon, és lessük, ahogy Gint és Megint kergeti a fénykört. Azt hiszem, hónapok óta nem szórakoztam ilyen jól.
Vigyázat! Felnőtt tartalom.
Nem akarom, hogy abbahagyja. Bár fájdalmas – sokkal jobban, mint hittem volna –, nem azért sírok, mert a fájdalom erős, hanem azért, mert az érzéseim erősek.
“Meg was my best friend, and I thought we were everything to each other. I thought we told each other everything. But it turns out, I didn’t know her at all.” I taste something hard and metallic. It’s an ugly flavor, but I savor it, the way you relish the taste of your own blood when you have a loose tooth. “I didn’t know anything about her life here. I didn’t know about her classes. I didn’t know about her roommates. I didn’t know that she’d adopted two sick kittens and nursed them back to health only to leave them homeless. I didn’t know that she went to clubs in Seattle and had friends up there and crushes on guys who broke her heart. I was supposedly her best friend and I didn’t know any of this because she didn’t tell me.
“She didn’t tell me that she found life to be so unbearably painful. I mean, I didn’t even have a clue.” A kind of laugh escapes, and I know that if I’m not very careful, what follows will be something I don’t want to hear, that no one wants to hear. “How can you not know that about your best friend? Even if she doesn’t tell you, how can you not know? How can you believe someone to be beautiful and amazing and just about the most magical person you’ve ever known, when it turns out she was in such pain that she had to drink poison that robbed her cells of oxygen until her heart had no choice but to stop beating? So don’t ask me about Meg. Because I don’t know shit.”