The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay.

What we had went so much deeper than a kiss. When we were together, she turned me completely inside out. It didn't matter if we were dead or alive. We could never be kept apart. There were some things more powerful than worlds or universes. She was my world, as much as I was hers. What we had, we knew. The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay. Anybody who's ever been in love can tell you that.

Until then, you can do what everyone else your age does. Listen to music. Watch the television. Just keep your nose away from those books.

It smelled like aging wood and creosote, plastic book covers, and old paper. Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.

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.

Got it. Demon. Death. Doom.

I may have been a Wayward, but my way was full of people who loved me. They were the only way I knew