" I wondered, during the long, hazy afternoons of those first couple of weeks, if she was hyperaware of her body as I was of mine. Every accidental brush of skin as we reached over each other, every bout of raucous laughter that would leave one of us burying their forehead into the other’s shoulder. Some days, Grace instigated the accidental contact. Other days she held herself like a marionette every movement deliberate and measured to ensure our skin never touched, that we weren’t sitting too close to each other. "

― Krystal Sutherland , Our Chemical Hearts