I will make a pact with you: I will do it if you will do it, always and forever. Take down the walls.

And now I know why they invented words for love, why they had to: It's the only thing that can come close to describing what I feel in that moment, the baffling mixture of pain and pleasure and fear and joy, all running sharply through me at once.

In my head I try and reach back, through the fence, past the smoke; I try and grab his hand and pull. Alex, come back. There is nothing to do but sink. The hours close around me, encase me completely, like a tomb.

It's an incredible thing, how you can feel so taken care of by someone and yet feel, also, like you would die or do anything just for the chance to protect him back.

The Wilds aren't safe anymore.

You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them.

You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist