Clara," he says, my name sounding different somehow when it passes through his lips. "I'll miss you.

I feel like Cinderella sitting in the middle of the road with a pumpkin and a couple of mice, while Prince Charming charges off to rescue some other chick.

We think of happiness as something we can take. But usually it comes from being content with what we have, and accepting ourselves.

So with my luck, I'll never make it in time to save the boy in the forest because my hair will have snagged on a tree branch a mile back.

So often we only do what we think is expected of us, when we are capable of so much more.

Haven't you guessed by now? I say, my heart hammering. My home is you.

I think the birds in the area are dying laughing watching me try not to crash.