The place looks like a warehouse and the crowds of people remind me of earlier in my life, flashes of memories dashing before my eyes. Halee asks me something and I look at her, swallowing, "What?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
More than anything she wanted the world to be uncomplicated, for right and wrong to be as easily divided as the black and white sections of an Oreo. But the world was not a cookie. — Roshani Chokshi, Aru Shah and the Tree of Wishes