The Person You Became With Her Is

Peter Would Probably Throw A Party If I Stopped Breathing.' 'well,' He Says, 'i Would Only Go If There Was Cake.

But Christina And I Are Not People Who Cry Together; We're People Who Fight Together. So I Hold My Tears In.

It's Strange How A Word, A Phrase, A Sentence, Can Feel Like A Blow To The Head.

Life Damages Us, Every One. We Can't Escape That Damage.

I Hear Footsteps And Four's Hands Wrap Around My Wrists. I Let Him Pry My Hands From My Eyes. He Encloses One Of My Hands Perfectly Between Two Of His. The Warmth Of His Skin Overwhelms The Ache In My Fingers From Holding The Bars. "you All Right?" He Asks, Pressing Our Hands Together. "yeah." He Starts To Laugh.