| Margo Roth Spiegelman POV |
I promise myself I will not be that kind of girl who misses a boy. I am not that type, I cannot be paper. I refuse to be paper. I drive in my car, away from Agloe, away from Orlando, away from the Paper Town.
The memories won't leave my mind. I think of the night Quentin and I broke into sea world. I think of the day I left Orlando, secretly hoping for him to find me. I think of our last kiss. It was amazing. I think of the man who broke all of his strings. My obsession with all the mysteries, it makes me feel alive.
I park my car somewhere by a cliff, I have no clue where I am but I love it. I stand at the top of the cliff and look at the horizon of the rising sun. Two days since I last saw him, it feels like centuries. I scream at the top of my lungs into nothing. Screaming. I smile as I stop, it feels nice to get all the emotions out. It makes me feel more alive.
I get back into the car and pull out a map. Chicago should be a good place to stop for awhile. Chicago.