Grief, It Seemed, Was A Physical Place.

A Moment Might Be A Thousand Different Things.

She Didn't Love Him And He Didn't Love Her; She Was Like An Addiction, And What They Were Doing Had A Darkness To It, A Weight.

Her Voice, High And Clear, Moved Through The Leaves, Through The Sunlight. It Splashed Onto The Gravel, The Grass. He Imagined The Notes Falling Into The Air Like Stones Into Water, Rippling The Invisible Surface Of The World. Waves Of Sound, Waves Of Light: His Father Had Tried To Pin Everything Down, But The World Was Fluid And Could Not Be Contained.

No One Could Suspect The Intricate Mysteries Of Her Heart.

Twin Threads Ran Through Her: Fear And Excitement.