And what if in the future we're at war again, or we still haven't elected a non-white or non-male president, or the Rolling Stones are still dragging their tired old butts on stage? That would depress me way too much.

That's why you did it. You wanted your world to collapse around you. You wanted everything to get as dark as possible.

When you try rescuing someone and discover they can't be reached, why would you ever throw that back in their face?

I miss video games where the jump-kick was the trickiest combo to master.

My breathing begins to slow. The tension in my muscles starts to relax. Then, a click in the headphones. A slow breath of air. I open my eyes to bright moonlight. And Hannah, with warmth. Thank you.

Betrayal. It's one of the worst feelings.

She wants to believe my excuses so bad. Every time I lie, she wants to believe me so much.