It hurts to be around life. People don't understand how close death is, right over their shoulders, around the block, at the end of a street. It's everywhere.

I write the word solitude on my wall and then below it: Do you know me at all? Are my words just air? Is my heart easy to spare?

I thought I’d saved Kayden that night at the pool house, but I was wrong. I just bought him time until the next windstorm swept through.

Seize the day, take hold of it, and make it whatever you want.

I just let the pain take over, allowing it to numb the pain of being left behind.

When he inches into me, I feel the pain, but I also feel the invisible chains around my wrists break and shatter.

He tastes like mint and need, as he overpowers me with his tongue.