numbly, staring into t of my bedroom lamp. My mom and I ting on my bed. It  difficult mont in February t worse.

    quot;I kno; s;but thing you can do.”

    quot;I dont mean about Jamie being sick-I kno t.

    I mean about Jamie and me.”

    My mot me sympatically. S Jamie, but s me. I  on.

    quot;Its o talk to   t be able to. So I spend all my time at sc  t o  knoo say.”

    quot;I dont knoo make ter.”

    quot;t should I do?”

    S me sadly and put ;You really love  you,quot; she said.

    quot;it.”

    S;s your  telling you to do?”

    quot;I dont know.”

    quot;Maybe,quot; sly, quot;youre trying too o .”

    t day I ter  mucold myself t I  say anyt mig  Id try to talk to s exactly  . I sat myself on old  some of my friends and  ball team. I told  I still   t I old o graduation. I spoke as to scire time. Jamie smiled and nodded at te times, asking questions every no I time I finisalking t it  time I . It didnt feel rigo either of us.

    My  elling me exactly thing.

    I turned to t it would guide me.

    quot;; I asked a couple of days later.

    By noake on a sligint, and tarting to shrough her skin.

    Again I saw bruises. e were inside oo muco bear.

    Despite all till looked beautiful.

    quot;Im doing okay,quot; sly. quot;tors  seems to tle.”

    Id been coming by every day. time seemed to be slo exactly time.

    quot;Can I get anything for you?”

    quot;No, thank you, Im doing fine.”