He'd said the sun could burn me. It certainly looked angry enough, all orange and glowing mad.

With a polite smile, I decided she was insane.

There’s a hollow where he used to be, and it echoes with self-imposed loss.

After people have gone, you forget their faults, and you recall the ideal more than the person.

If I ever win you," he said, anger bright in his pale eyes, "it will be because you want me more. Not because he's gone. I'm nobody's second best.

But the world moves on, even when you don’t want it to, even when change feels like the end of everything. It never stops. That’s harsh and magical and somewhat comforting because nothing is immutable, however much we want it to be. Moments cannot be caught like fossils in amber, ever- perfect,ever-beautiful. They go dark and raw, full of shadows, leaving you with the memories. And the world moves on.

His lashes, fluttered like butterfly wings. "I could've made you happy, dove." "You did," I whispered