... And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever.
You're far from this. This story is just another few hundred pages of your mind.
It's not a big thing, but I guess it's true--big things are often just small things that are noticed.
Have you ever noticed that idiots have a lot of friends? It's just an observation.
I watch the beauty for as long as I can, then turn and face the rest of it.
Yes, I know it. In the darkness of my dark beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it alright. You see? Even Death Has A Heart.