I love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I'm sorry to leave you.

It's as if a child with a brush and too much enthusiasm has been set free with a tin of black paint inside me.

I'm here, Tess. I'm right here, holding your hand. Adam's here, too, he's sitting on the other side of the bed. And Cal. Mum's on her way, she'll be just a minute. We all love you, Tessa. We're all right here with you.

. . . my bones they'll burn or bury. It'll be my death.

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

Every seven years our bodies change, every cell. Every seven years, we disappear.

That slow smile again. I love that smile! DId I think he was ugly just now? No, his face is transformed.