I never wanted to live forever," she says. "I just wanted enough time.

Ah, love. That’s what the world has lost. There’s no more love, only the illusion of it.

He sits next to me, careful to avoid my hair that's splayed out around my head like blood. A bullet to the forehead, boom, blond waves everywhere.

Even things that aren't broken can be fixed.

She has the majesty of hurricanes and explosions.

The sullen boy sitting before me is not my husband, and the girl he is fretting over isn't me, will never be me.

And then I wonder, does my brother think of me this way? We entered this world together, one after the other, beats in a pulse. But I will be first to leave it. That's what I've been promised. When we were children, did he dare to imagine an empty space beside him where I then stood giggling, blowing soap bubbles through my fingers? When I die, will he be sorry that he loved me? Sorry that we were twins? Maybe he already is.