I'm Paige," I whispered. He was serious, for once. "Are you the first page, or the last?" I didn't answer, not right then.

It's ironic, isn't it? Our goal was great. Our path was dark.

There is not enough blood in her veins to keep her heart from skipping.

I turned to look into his face one last time. It was as if I could see the whole universe in his eyes. Maybe he was God, maybe he was simply enlightened. I didn't care right then, in that blessed moment, I just loved him. Later, though, the love was to turn to hate, to fear. They seemed so opposite, the feelings, yet they were all one note on his flute.

The seconds tick. They always do. The power of an entire sun cannot stop them even for a moment, and so death comes between the moments, like a thief of light in the dark.

There comes a time for everybody when words and reasons can become such a great weariness.

I wanted you to thank you for being my friend and letting me play a part in your story.