The night that seemed endless hours before is now slipping through your fingers, ticking by as it falls into the past and pushes you towards the future.

I made a wish on this tree years ago," Marco says. "What did you wish for?" Bailey asks. Marco leans forward and whispers in Bailey's ear. "I wished for her.

That man has no shadow.

She turns her head, Bailey catches her eye, and she smiles at him. Not in the way that one smiles at a random member of the audience when one is in the middle of performing circus tricks with unusually talented kittens but in the way that one smiles when one recognizes someone they have not seen in some time.

Love is fickle and fleeting," Tsukiko continues. "It is rarely a solid foundation for decisions to be made upon, in any game.

I think looking forward will be better than looking back.

The fact that people are already reading and loving something I wrote is still hard to believe.