" Well, this might sound stupid but I think he was my best friend. Like the other half of me. I'm so scared something might have happened to him when he went back. I miss him so much sometimes I look at windows and I want to just walk right through them -- like press myself through the glass. I want their sharp edges to fragment me. "

― Jaclyn Moriarty , A Tangle of Gold (The Colours of Madeleine, #3)