Re: [New Year’s Eve: Hannah & Jeremiah]
She tipped her head, and she looked at him curiously. "You mean, to write? I guess, that makes sense, that you have to understand people to write them. It's kind of like creating people and putting them on paper, and they have to be alive with words and with thoughts, and if you don't understand then maybe they're fake," and that made sense. The books Hannah loved best, they were always the most real. The people in them had good parts and bad parts, and no one was perfect. "I think we all get locked up in our minds sometimes, but you're really good at looking."
She looked at him and looked, thoughts whirring in her head, and she wanted to trust him. She wanted to believe nothing would change if she told him the bad things. It wasn't just about what she was, but she'd done things, and she was always afraid that people she cared about would look at her differently. She wasn't sorry for what she'd done, even if others thought she should be. She thought it was a little like Mars not being sorry for what she'd done, or David not being sorry for the things he still did, and she kind of believed some people did things too bad to be allowed to stay alive. "I think my shadows are a lot darker than yours," she said earnestly. It wasn't a confession, but it kind of was a little.
But they moved onto Si, and she slid her hand down his arm and squeezed his fingers. "Thank you for listening, and thank you for offering to help, and thank you for tonight and this," she said. It wasn't the beginning of the new year yet, but she was really, really happy to be here and seeing it in with him. "I know I can call you," she said, leaning in to kiss his cheek, "with anything." Almost.