She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Leisel kissed her best friend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist's suit collection. She kissed him long and soft, and when she pulled herself away, she touched his mouth with her fingers...She did not say goodbye. She was incapable, and after a few more minutes at his side, she was able to tear herself from the ground. It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on.

Even death has a heart.

It kills me sometimes, how people die.

Clearly," said Arthur,"you're an idiot- but you're our kind of idiot. Come on.

***A Last note from your narrator*** I am haunted by humans.

Maybe one morning I’ll wake up and step outside of myself to look back at the old me lying dead among the sheets.

I'm having bigger problems when I'm writing.