And I have Julian. I found him, and he followed me. I reach out in the half dark, wordlessly, and find his hands. We interlace our fingers, and though he doesn't say anything either, I can feel the warmth and energy passing between us, a soundless dialogue. Thank you, he is saying, and I am saying, I am so happy, I am so happy, I needed you to be safe.

We’ll go.” Her voice is surprisingly deep and forceful. Set in her sunken, shipwreck face, her eyes burn like two smoldering coals. “We’ll fight.

Nobody ever said life was fair.

That's when you really lose people, you know.When the pain passes.

Black is too morbid; red will set them on edge; pink is too juvenile; orange is freakish

The tunnels may be long, and twisted, and dark; but you are supposed to go through them.

I didn't realize then what a privilege that was: to be bored with your best friend; to have time to waste.