The conversation of bullets.

It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way.

If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.

I just want to write someone’s favorite book

As always, one of her books was next to her.

Rudy Steiner was scared of the book theif's kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have longed for it so much. He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again, and would go to his grave without them.

If you can't imagine it, think clumsy silence. Think bits and pieces of floating despair. And drowning in a train.