You came form different starts and you'll come to different ends.

And we did, and it wasn’t bad. We ate the whole stupid can, we were so hungry. And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.” I’m gasping, feeling as though I am about to drown; I’m reaching for him blindly, grabbing at his collar.

A string of bright white buildinh, glistening like teeth over the slurping mouth of the ocean.

The kidnapping, the kiss. I brought him here, after all. I rescue him an pulled him into this new life, a life of freedom and feeling.

Snapshots, moments, mere seconds: as fragile and beautiful and hopeless as a single butterfly, flapping on against a gathering wind.

The question was: Will you meet me tomorrow? And the word was: Yes.

It occurs to me that for a long time she has been doing her own version of resisting.