Every Life Is Finite, Will.

Tessa Had Lain Down Beside Him And Slid Her Arm Beneath His Head, And Put Her Head On His Chest,listening To The Ever-weakening Beat Of His Heart. And In The Shadows They'd Whispered, Reminding Each Other Of The Stories Only They Knew. Of The Girl Who Had Hit Over The Head With A Water Jug The Boy Who Had Come To Rescue Her, And How He Had Fallen In Love With Her In That Instant. Of A Ballroom And A Balcony And The Moon Sailing Like A Ship Untethered Through The Sky. Of The Flutter Of The Wings Of The Clockwork Angel. Of Holy Water And Blood.

He Broke Up With Me." "because You Weren't In Love With Him. That's An Iffy Proposition, And I Think He's Handling With Grace. A Lot Of Teenage Boys Would Sulk, Or Lurk Around Under Your Window With A Boom Box." "no One Has A Boom Box Anymore. That Was The Eighties.

It Can Be... Difficult To To Learn How The World Truly Is, To See It In Its True Shape And Form... Most Human Beings Never Do. Most Could Not Bear It.

Hope Is Not An Illusion.

I'm Not Unhappy," He Said. "only People With No Purpose Are Unhappy. I've Got A Purpose.