In My Palm I Can Feel The

...wanting Change Is Step One, But Step Two Is Taking It.

Just... Ate," M Says, Frowning At Me A Little. "two Days...ago." I Grab My Stomach Again. "feel Empty. Feel... Dead." He Nods. "marr...iage.

What's The Point Of Trying To Fix A World We're So Briefly In?

The Shadows Of The Room Pool In The Lines Of Our Faces, Draining Our Eyes Of Hue. "there's Nothing Left Worth Saying.

What Happened? How Did I Get Here? How Could I Have Known That My Choices Mattered?