Give me time" "For you, always.

He looks at me, and I don't know what he sees. I used to think it was Rose. But she's not here with us now, in this room. It's just him and me, and the books. I feel like our lives are in those books. I feel like all the words on the pages are for us.

Good night, sweetheart," he says. "Good bye, sweetheart," I say. And it's so casual, so innocent that he doesn't suspect a thing.

I shake my head, watching snow tumble and swirl from an all-white sky. The world seems so clean if you only look up

I want to make the world into something better so that he can be okay.

Home?' I say. It's a word that can mean anywhere and nowhere.

Bet you never eat, he says. Bet you drink up the oxygen like it's butter. Bet you can go for days on nothing but thoughts.