It's best to let her go," he says. No, no, that's wrong. It's never right to give up on someone.

But there’s no such thing as free. There are only different and more horrible ways to be enslaved.

Fate,' I said, 'Is a theif.

Real’ is a dirty word in this place.

There is a silence so great that I can hear the ice crystals cracking and falling from eyelashes of girls who will never blink again.

Even the human race can't claim to be natural anymore. We are fake, dying things. How fitting that I would end up in this sham of a marriage.

Eventually I realize that I am holding on to him just as tightly as he holds on to me. And here we are: two small dying things, as the world ends around us like falling autumn leaves.