He stared at the heart of his heart, the one woman in the world for him
Regrets are the most useless form of guilt. They always arrive too late to do any good.
People always wanted someone to blame, didn't they?
Bleeding isn't optional for most of us.
Humans were peculiar. They were by turns squeamish and appallingly violent.
Surely a woman who picked a spot so close to the ocean didn't automatically hide from the rain.