Mia,” Kim said, an edge of warning in her voice signaling the end of her patience. “You’re starting to act like one of those girls. Do you need to get me a gun?

If I stay. If I live. It's up to me.

You can have your wishes, your plans, but at the end of the day, it's out of your control -Mia

But still, I find the need to remind myself of the temporariness of a day, to reassure myself that I got through yesterday, I'll get through today.

In that twisted incestuous way of fate, Mia's a part of our history, and we're among the shards of her legacy.

My first impulse is not to grab her or kiss her or yell at her. I simple want to touch her cheek, still flushed from the night's performance. I want to cut through the space that separates us, measured in feet-not miles, not continents, not years-and to take a callused finger to her face.

You have to fall in love to be in love, but falling in love isn't the same as being in love