[The Next Day] Selena: [Taylor kissed her last night at the basketball courts. She kissed him back. She still can’t believe either of those things happened. She thought she was okay without needing him so much. She should have wiped off her lips and washed them with soap before she'd gone to bed, but instead she kept looking in the mirror. Her lips are still puffy, a reminder of how Taylor's own lips were hot and demanding. For years she'd imagined what kissing Taylor would feel like and taste like. To be honest, she wanted to push him away, to make him want her like she wanted him and to reject him like he rejected her. "But I couldn't" All those feelings from her childhood came back, from the time Taylor urged her down from the tree in front of her house to the time he took the blame for that broken statue. She can't even forget the times he patted her back while she was crying to Demi about her parent's divorce. For the past year, the accident ruled her life and molded her into who she's become. "I've taken back my life" Sitting on her bed, she pulls up her pant leg. She notices that her heart is racing a little less as she scans the scars with her eyes. She used to think of them as angry scars, but now she doesn't see them as angry. They aren't even scary. She traces the lines with her fingers, and she doesn't even wish they'd disappear. They're a part of her. She closes her eyes, remembering the accident. It's so strange to think about that night without massive <b>...</b>