I saw in details while she saw in scope. Not seeing the scope is why I am here and she is not. I took each element spearately and never looked to see that they never did fit together properly

I am tired of trying to hold things together that cannot be held.

I do not see as well without her. I do not hear as well without her. I do not feel as well without her. I would be better off without a hand or a leg than without my sister.

Celia, wait,” Marco says, standing but not moving closer to her. “You are breaking my heart. You told me once that I reminded you of your father. That you never wanted to suffer the way your mother did for him, but you are doing exactly that to me. You keep leaving me. You leave me longing for you again and again when I would give anything for you to stay, and it is killing me.” “It has to kill one of us,” Celia says quietly.

I draft quickly and then revise, a lot.

I have tried to let you go and I cannot. I cannot stop thinking of you. I cannot stop dreaming about you.

They say it's darkest before the dawn, but it also tend to be quietest, and the quiet lets you hear yourself better.