People fear anyone who differs from what is considered normal, and in a small town the idea of normal can be as narrow as the streets.

We sat in silence, both of us looking up at the stars. He was probably envisioning a machine headed for Pluto. I wished i was on that machine.

It was Nick's voice Nick's arms. He turned me on my back and swam with me, pulling me to the bank.

Her hair gives dawn it's fire, her eyes give dusk her soul" He knew how to use his voice to melt a girl's heart, to make a girl want to believe. I steeled myself against the seductive words. "Excuse me?" "It's a line of poetry describing a beautiful girl, one who doesn't seem to know it.

It's been my experience," he continued, "that when you're with the right people, you feel more like yourself than ever. There's a happiness, and a feeling of coming alive to yourself and the other person, that's like nothing else.

Endings are beginnings, and beginnings are ours to turn into something good.

Was he still, somehow, watching over her?