I want you here. I don't care if it's a hundred degrees and every blade of grass dies. Without you, none of that matters to me.

Lena's hair was sticking out in about fifteen directions, and her eyes were all small and puffy from crying. So this was what girls looked like in the morning. I had never seen one, not up close.

Laws of physics laws of love of time and space and the (in)between place (in)between you and me and where we are lost and looking looking and lost

I wanted to find a place to hide from all of it, where the nightmares and the rivers and reality couldn't find me. For me, that place was always inside a book.

Mortals. Everything is so black and white to you.

I would love to say how nice it is to see you again, but that would be a lie. And I am nothing if not honest.

Nothing was ever how you wanted it to be. Not anymore. Not for me.