Each step is more difficult than the last; the heaviness fills me and turns my limbs to stone. You must hurt or be hurt.

Everything in me feels fluttering and free, like I could take off from the ground at any second. Music, I think, he makes me feel like music.

You have to go forward: It's the only way. You have to go forward no matter what happens. This is the universal law.

Nobody ever said life was fair.

This is not the person I wanted to become: Hatred has carved a permanent place inside me, a hollow where things are so easily lost.

Are you sure you can't dematerialize? Not even a little?" "I'm sure.

I want to know." His words are a whisper, barely audible. "I want to know with you.