He sounded absolutely miserable. “Are you ever going to speak to me?
Hope hurt more than the cold.
It was the way she felt when she looked at the stars.
Panic leads to carelessness, and carelessness creates accidents.
Sean settles swiftly behind me, and I'm startled by the sudden closeness of him, my back suddenly warm against his chest, the press of his hips on against me. i turn to ask him a question, and he jerks his face away from the proximity of mine. I say, "Oh. Sorry.
His heart hurt with the wanting of it, the hurt no less painful for being difficult to explain.