I thought the Invalids were beasts; I thought they would rip me apart. But these people saved me, and gave me the softest place to sleep, and nursed me back to health, and haven't asked for anything in return. The animals are on the other side of the fence: monsters wearing uniforms. They speak softly, and tell lies, and smile as they're slitting your throat.

I need him to know that I came for him. I need him to know that somehow, at some point in the tunnels, I began to love him.

Mistake, mistake, mistake. A strange word: stinging, somehow.

That's the thing about faith. It works.

I keep having the urge to cross my hands over my chest, to cover up my breasts, to hide. I'm suddenly aware of how pale I look in the sunshine, and how many moles I have spotting up and down my chest, and I just know he's looking at me thinking i'm wrong or deformed. But the he breathes, 'Beautiful' and when his eyes meet mine I know that he really, truly means it.

The most dangerous sicknesses are those that make us believe we are well

That's all I want. Just you and me. Always.