I don't understand how I can know so little about love and how it works. How I can be so bad at it when it's all I've ever wanted.
All I've ever known is about leaving or being left.

Is that all we have left? Is that all we are? Lights on a map that are slowly dying, hanging on for nothing?

You stay safe, You love. You survive. You laugh and cry and struggle and sometimes you fail and sometimes you succeed. You Push.

But Claire had long ago realized, even after those constant dreams of her mother leaving faded away, that when you are abandoned as a child, you are never able to forget that people are capable of leaving, even if they never do.

She must face the forest of her mother’s past in order to save herself and the one she loves.

We’re set in motion and then we spend our lives maintaining that motion, but to what end? For what purpose?