I let my head fall forward into his shoulder, breathing in his scent. "Now what do we do?" He's quiet for a while and I finally lean back to look him in the eyes. He appears conflicted by something and then he sets me down on the ground, lacing his fingers through mine. "Should we see where the wind takes us?" he asks. I stare at my hand in his and then look up at him. "That sounds good to me.

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

Love you more than life itself, more than the sun and the air. You own my soul, Ella May. Micha

When it all comes down to it, it’s just me and her against the world. Always has been.

Because people fear those who are different. And fear can make people do stupid things.

At least tell me you won? And that the scratches and dings were totally worth it." "Of course. They're always worth it," he says with a hidden meaning that only the two of us could ever understand.

It’s a moment I’ll remember forever, because it belongs to me.