I remember that feeling of skin. It's strange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingers still tingle with it.

The people we care for aren't always the one we should

It didn't make me glow. I felt more like I was fading away, like the world had forgotten me.

I love you," you said, simple as anything.

Doesn't that hurt?" I said. "Yep." "How do you keep them in there?" "I'm stubborn." You grinned. "Stubborn as a waddywood. And anyway, pain means it's healing." "Not always.

It was like I’d stepped out into an afterlife. Only there were no angels.

Your beautiful mouth was moving like a caterpillar. I reached out and tried to catch it.