I shrug him off. 'Can't you just go away?" There's a moment. It has a sound in it, as if something very small got broken.

Every breath, every heartbeat, was one less until maybe things stopped hurting this much.

We make patterns, we share moments. Sometimes, I think I'm the only one to see it.

Don't pretend to care. I don't need you as an anesthetic.

The inside of the door is glossy white. A total re-paint. I touch it with my fingers, but it stays the same. It's so bright it makes the room waver at the edges. Every few years we disappear.

I can see inside planes!' he yells. 'Come and look!' It's difficult climbing in a mini dress...I haul myself up even though my arms ache. I want to see inside planes too. I want to watch the wind and catch birds in my fist.

Then she says, ‘I love you.’ Like three drops of blood falling onto snow.