TRIAD: Three separate highways intersect at a place no reasonable person would ever want to go. Three lives that would have been cut short, if not for hasty interventions by loved ones. Or Fate. Three people, with nothing at all in common except age, proximity, and a wish to die. Three tapestries, tattered at the edges and come unwoven to reveal a single mutual thread.
Ellen HopkinsAnd how can it be he's so in love with me? To grow up without love, and still have so much inside?
Ellen Hopkinsempty and closed, hovering in some frozen netherworld neither sun nor rain could thaw.
Ellen Hopkins