Edge Of Seventeen -

She turned to him. The green light of the dashboard lit up the side of his face. He was beautiful in the way that things you are about to lose are beautiful.

At the bridge, everything falls away. The guitar drops out. Just a voice and a shadow. Well, I went searchin' for an answer... But there is no answer. Only the rhythm. Only the edge. Only the number seventeen, which is the age you learn that love and loss are the same muscle. Edge Of Seventeen

"You want to go to the lake?" Marco yelled over the music. She turned to him

You drive down a highway at midnight with the windows down. Your hair is a mess. Your heart is a clenched fist. You are not sad. You are powerful in your sadness. This song is not about getting over it. This song is about becoming the storm. At the bridge, everything falls away

The guitar wailed. The car kept moving. Seventeen was a razor, and she was learning, finally, how to hold it without bleeding.

Lena felt it in her ribs. That thing she couldn't name. It wasn't sadness about her father leaving. It wasn't the fight with her best friend. It was bigger. It was the feeling of standing at a cliff in the dark, not knowing if you wanted to jump or fly.