he kissed me hard. "Promise me. Promise me you'll spend New Year's with me next year," he whispered into my ear.

I only need a second. So I can show her that I'm here. That someone's still here.

Pero yo sabía que con Adam sí había motivos para armar revuelo. Lo sabía por el calor que recorrió mi cuerpo aquella noche, cuando me dejó en casa después del concierto y me besó una vez más en la puerta. Lo sabía porque me quedé despierta hasta el amanecer abrazada a la almohada. Porque no puede comer al día siguiente, ni borrarme la sonrisa de la cara.

Adam's lips are set in a grime line. I can't tell if he's about to cry or about to punch the guard. For his sake, I hope it's the former. For you own, I hope the latter.

In books and movies, the stories always end when the two people finally have their romantic kiss. The happily-ever-after part is just assumed

If I felt like a fish out of water in my family, I felt like a fish on Mars in Adam’s circle.