"Right," Chrissy agrees with perhaps a touch more enthusiasm than the subject should call for, tempered though it is by obvious relief. For that matter, it's more than she should be saying at all, but it's hard to help it. There's something easy about talking to Eddie that she's never had with anyone else before, and besides, it's much less frightening to be honest when he's saying what she's so long since felt.

The world had a plan for her, too, after all. She never chose it for herself; she also never questioned it, even when it felt suffocating, even when she found herself wishing that she could just stop existing. In those moments, it seemed preferable never to have been born in the first place than to be born into one that was already laid out for her. Even so, now, the lack of that is overwhelming.

"It doesn't really matter whether you wanted that plan, or liked it, or anything," she continues, finding it more comfortable to speak in a general sense than specifically about herself. "It was always there, so then when it's not..."