The happening that happened was that I met this girl.

As we walk back, it feels like the city is engulfing us. Adrenalin still pours through our veins. Sparks flow through to our fingers. We've still been running in the mornings, but the city's different then. It's filled with hope and with bristles of winter sunshine. In the evening, it's like it dies, waiting to be born again the next morning.

When she came to write her story, she would wonder when the books and the words started to mean not just something, but everything.

I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.

I could introduce myself properly, but it's not really necessary. You will know me well enough and soon enough, depending on a diverse range of variables. It suffices to say that at some point in time, I will be standing over you, as genially as possible. Your soul will be in my arms. A color will be perched on my shoulder. I will carry you gently away.

The city buildings in the distance are holding up the sky, it seems.

Have faith, Ed, all right?' I search the coffee mug, but there's none in there.