Don't think you have to be good because you're the only one left. Be as bad as you like.

Do you want this to be a love story?

I've always wanted to be a cat. Warm and domesticated when you want to be, wild when you don't.

The last few weeks, it was as if someone had taken his life to pieces and let him see the way it worked.

Adam strokes my head, my face, he kisses my tears. We are blessed. Let them all go. The sound of a bird flying low across the garden. Then nothing. Nothing. A cloud passes. Nothing again. Light falls through the window, falls onto me, into me. Moments. All gathering towards this one.

Bye, Tess. haunt me if you like. I don't mind.

Should we say something?’ Cal asks. ‘Goodbye, bird?’ I suggest. He nods. ‘Goodbye, bird. Thank you for coming. And good luck.