It is much harder to lie to someone's face. But. It is also much harder to tell the truth to someone's face.

tiny: did someone die? me: yeah, i did. he smiles again at that. tiny: well, then... welcome to the afterlife.

But I had a feeling I wasn't supposed to find her that way. She was not a needle. This was not a haystack. We were people, and people had ways of finding each other.

I don't want to fall. All I want to do is stand on solid ground.

But if I didn’t want to be alone, then why didn’t I want to be with anyone else?

The word I think of is precarious. I am struck by how precarious it all is. How the things that hold us are only as strong as the faith we have in them.

Magic naturally fades over distance. But proximity - well, when it works, proximity amplifies magic.