Nothing had changed. Nothing.

There was no sun; there was no light. I was dying. I couldn't remember what the sky looked like. But I didn't die. I was lost to a sea of cold, and then I was reborn into a world of warmth.

Counter Girl (in candy shop): You two are cute. Seriously. How long have you been going out? Sam: Six years.

Of course he would count the time that we'd been two entirely different species.

If that moment had been a real thing, it would've been a butterfly, flapping and fluttering toward the sun.

You're not going to die," I told her, lifting my head to look at her. "I'm not done writing songs about you yet.

As I handed her the bag, the old scars on my wrist throbbed with buried memories.