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

I made a fatal error thinking he could save me.

Do you want this to be a love story?

She'll understand what I already know - that death surrounds us all. And it tastes like metal between your teeth.

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

Moments. All gathering towards this one.

Like a tree losing its leaves. I forget even the thing I was thinking.