They didn’t get me, I should have said. They saved me.

people do terrible things, sometimes, for the best reasons.

We should be protected from the people who will leave us in the end, from all the people who will disappear or forget us.

Both of us will die today, gunned down or smashed up or exploded in some terrible moment of fire and twisted metal, and when they go to bury us we'll be so melted together and entwined they won't be able to separate the bodies; pieces of him will go with me, and pieces of me will go with him.

And in that moment, the wordless thing passed between us, the thing that wasn't quite love but was so close I could believe in it sometimes.

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

Perfection is a promise, and a reassurance that we are not wrong.