What I meant was, you looked happier in the pictures.

The rules of Panic are simple. Anyone can enter. But only one person will win.

Alex loved books. He was the one who first introduced me to poetry. That's another reason I can't read anymore.

I can admit, now, that I must have loved Lena. Not in an Unnatural way, but my feelings for her must have been a kind of sickness. How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

His secret name, which belongs to me, and to him, and to no one else.

I think of the quietness of Julian's voice as he said I love you, the steadiness of his rib cage rising and falling against my back, as we sleep.I love you, Julian. But the words don't come.

In one of the tents, Julian is sleeping. And in another: Alex