Fear. Blame. Don't Forget. Mom. I Love

I Screamed Until My Voice Dried Up In My Throat. We All Did. All Of Us In Ward Six, All Of Us Forgotten, Left To Rot.

I’ve Never Really Had A Party Before.” “why Did You Have One Now?” I Say, Just To Keep Him Talking. He Gives A Half Laugh. “i Thought If I Had A Party, You Would Come.

Are You Sure You Can't Dematerialize? Not Even A Little?" "i'm Sure.

Everything Ends, People Move On, They Don't Look Back. It's How They Should Be.

Everywhere He Touches Is Fire. My Whole Body Is Burning Up, The Two Of Us Becoming Twin Points Of The Same Bright White Flame.