Everyone is small at night.
She pressed her hand against her chest. No heart. So where did the love she felt come from?
Beauty and fear make uneasy companions
The night breathed through the apartment like a dark animal. The ticking of a clock. The groan of a floorboard as he slipped out of his room. All was drowned by its silence. But Jacob loved the night. He felt it on his skin like a promise. Like a cloak woven from freedom and danger.
Believe, believe, believe
Down there the nights are bright and nobody believes in the Devil.