Re: Airstream: Amy/Si
Hannah didn't count to seven now, but there were lots of reasons why. She'd only believed in it because Si believed in it, but then bad things happened and happened and happened, and not counting to seven was like giving up faith in god, and she couldn't remember ever believing in god. But it was hard to maintain faith in things went things all went wrong and when life was really bad, and these days she wondered why she hadn't just left Marcus when she saw him for what he really was. All the reasons she'd had then seemed so, so stupid now, and she felt like she could finally maybe start to see the things that actually really mattered.
"Maybe he blocked us out. Or me, at least. He's better with you," she said of Jamie, and she turned on her side after reading the entry. Cheek on his bicep now, she put the diary on the flat plane of his belly. "Maybe you were reading her poems," she said of the girl she only remembered as having dark hair and pretty eyes. "Maybe you really like poems, and you've been keeping it from me forever," she suggested, and she nodded when he asked if she'd been out the night before. "I was. It was interesting. The things that happen in town, at first I loved them so much, and then I didn't, and last night was different," she said, even though she knew she wasn't making much sense. "Were you at the street party?" And then her thoughts slid backward, despite her not wanting them to. "Why do you think all the bad things happened to us? Not to you and me, but to all of us, to everyone us?"