"It's okay to ask yourself, 'why me.'"
It hadn't felt okay.
She would know, too—she asked herself the question nearly every minute of every day.
Why her?
It wasn't okay.
Why else was she in a support group, surrounded by people just like her?
People who asked, "Why me?" but never got an answer.
They weren't okay, and neither was she.
Why her?
Why not Tim, or that little boy and his mother? Why not the flight attendant who had been so kind to her?
Why her?!
Nothing was okay.
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The Expansion of the Universe
Romance"My name's Elijah, by the way. It's nice to meet you, window-girl." She liked that name: Elijah. "I doubt you're even listening, but, look, I'm not here to cause problems, you know? I'm just here to chat. It can get lonely when we segregate ourselv...
