Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream.
I was born with these eyes. I was born for this life.
I was suddenly struck by how dissimilar we were. It occurred to me that if Grace and I were objects, she would be an elaborate digital clock, synced up with the World Clock in London with technical perfection, and I’d be a snow globe – shaken memories in a glass ball.
My wolf was a cute guy and he was holding my hand. I could die happy.
I’m trying to make you think I’m a decent person. Telling you I saw you naked while I was another species does not help my case.
We don’t have time to be sad.
I was losing sight of the wolf ahead of me; the one inside me seemed closer all of a sudden.
I wasn’t sure if I was charmed by his reluctance to share a bed with a girl or insulted that, apparently, I wasn’t hot enough for him to charge the mattress like a bull.
My hand aching because grace wasn’t underneath it 3!
Sailing to an island unknown Failing to find your way home you walk under a sea leagues beneath us.
Strange what love taught you about your faults.
His was the disease we couldn’t cure. His was the good-bye that meant the most.
Now I am the unknown, the unknowable.
I never knew there were so many different ways to say good-bye.
Gift of time in me enclosed the future suddenly exposed.
Isabel had gone silent in a way that shouted the silence to me.
It was a strangely disorienting feeling, to have something you’d relied on for so long start to change, like finding out that gravity no longer worked on Mondays.
There was something striking about her posture; something about the tilt to her head. She was like a beautiful and lonely piece of art, lovely but unreachable.
We sat like that for a long while, and when we stood up, all my sad things were in boxes, and Beck was my father.
I loved you so much right then Sam Roth.