" Mia faces me now. The wind is whipping her hair this way and that so she looks like some kind of mystical sorceress, beautiful, powerful, and scary at the same time. She shakes her head and starts to turn away.

Oh, no! We’ve come this far over the bridge. She can blow the damn thing up if she wants to. But not without telling me everything. I grab her, turn her to face me. “Why not? Tell me. You owe me this!”

She looks at me, square in the eye. Taking aim. And then she pulls the trigger. “Because I hated you. "

― Gayle Forman , Where She Went (If I Stay, #2)