This is not a love story. It is my life, and as such, there is love, loss, war, death, and sacrifice. It's about things that needed to be done and choices made. I regret nothing.

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

You don’t need to be afraid of falling // when there’s someone around to catch you.

Through the damp fabric of my coverall, bundled in my blanket, I feel naked. Raw. He sees more than I want, more than I can bear. It’s like standing before him ... while he stares at my scars, pitiless and unmoved.

With a polite smile, I decided she was insane.

Beyond, the unknown lay before us once more, and another impossible task. The four of us emerged from the earth and turned our steps west, toward the last hope for Salvation.

My body was a machine, plain and simple. I worked it to stay strong; I fed it to keep it running.