"She belonged to me," he said simply.

"She was, you know, all the things i wasn't. And all the things she wasn't.
She could draw circles around anyone; i can't even draw a straight line. She was never to sports; I've always been." The girl said.

Then he lifted his outstretched palm and curled his fingers.
"HER HAND," he said. "IT FIT MINE." ♥ :)