But that's the beauty of life: time is yours to keep and to change. Just a few minutes can be sufficient to carve a new road, a new track. Just a few minutes, and the void is kept at bay. You will live forever with that new road inside of you, stretching away to a place suggested, barely, on the horizon. For the shortest time, shorter than the shortest second's breath, you get to stand up to infinity. But eventually, and always, infinity wins.

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

Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge. That's what it is: an edge; a razor. It draws up through the center of your life, cutting everything in two. Before and after. The rest of the world falls away on either side.

The mark of the procedure. A real one. Lu is cured.

I guess there are some things you never get used to.

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.

that's what it was like waking up in the crypts. no-longer-dead. but without her. like burning alive.