Don't give up on me now. I'm sorry. I guess that's an odd thing to say. Because isn't that what I'm doing? Giving up?
I'm listening to someone give up. Someone I knew—someone I liked. I'm listening... but still, I'm too late.
Maybe you didn't know what people thought of you because they themselves didn't know what they thought of you. Maybe you didn't give us enough to go on, Hannah.
This time, for the first time, I saw the possibilities in giving up. I even found hope in it.