Dispel, v. It was the way you said, “I have something to tell you.” I could feel the magic drain from the room.

What separates us from the animals, what separates us from the chaos, is our ability to mourn people we’ve never met.

I'll see you later, he says, and as he does, he runs his finger briefly over my wrist. It passes over me like air, and makes me shiver like a kiss.

We didn't believe in fate, but we believed in serendipity. We felt very lucky.

Without you I wouldn't have been able to contain the hate. I would have used it against myself. You're the one who helped me control it. My mind spun out to other things. But it always came back to you.

Why do we feel the need to disconnect in order to connect?

By the time I got there, you’d already decided. And I quickly decided to let you decide. You were already seeing the rooms as ours, and that was enough for me.