If This Is How You’re Going To

I Stared Because Their Faces, So Different, So Similar, Were All Devastatingly, Inhumanly Beautiful.

My Life Was An Unending, Unchanging Midnight. It Must, By Necessity, Always Be Midnight For Me. So How Was It Possible That The Sun Was Rising Now, In The Middle Of My Midnight?

After All, What Was More Important, In The End, Than Love?

Maybe You'll Get Lucky." I Said Bleakly, Lurching On My Feet. "maybe I'll Get Hit By A Truck On My Way Back.

Is It Really Sick For Me To Be Happy Right Now?" I Asked. My Voice Broke Twice. He Didn't Push Me Away. He Pulled Me Tight Against His Ice-hard Chest, So Tight It Was Hard To Breathe, Even With My Lungs Securely Intact. "i Know Exactly What You Mean," He Whispered. "but We Have Lot Of Reasons To Be Happy. For One, We're Alive." "yes," I Agreed. "that's A Good One." "and Together," He Breathed. His Breath Was So Sweet It Made My Head Swim.