"We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together. We knew that the girls were our twins, that we all existed in space like animals with identical skins, and that they knew everything about us though we couldn’t fathom them at all. We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them."

She didn't particularly care for the book, but she still found herself reading through it. Forcing herself to take it in, in hopes of some change in herself that never came. It was all easier to accept but still painful. What she was becoming, what she was now, what would be left by the end of it. So much had changed, through each passing day. She could barely handle much anymore. Stepping into the sole pace of trying to keep to her usual schedule. But what would come of it, what would leave her mind feeling like a fog as she felt the pains of others. It was difficult to turn away, more when you realize what you can do with this. How much you have to take in.

Simple acts of kindness were never enough. She understood those feelings, where they came from. Even where they were specifically coming from. Closing the book, she stood up and walked out into the hall. A single girl sitting there believing that no one else was there. Alone in her thoughts that Rachel allowed to stay her own. Watching her, she didn't mean for time to pause or to last as long as it did. To be left all alone like this. She knew it wouldn't matter later, but she felt the need to do something now before something else sunk deeper. Just enough to give some mild sense of peace before she faded away.